Over many a quaint and curious volume of forgotten
While I nodded, nearly napping, suddenly there came a tapping,
As of someone gently rapping, rapping at my chamber door."
"Open here I flung the shutter, when, with many a flirt and flutter,
In there stepped a
Not the least obeisance made he; not a minute stopped or stayed he;
But with mien of lord or lady, perched
Perched upon
Perched, and
(Apologies to Edgar Allen Poe.)
(Also apologies that I could not figure out how to make the line breaks look prettier!)
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