Edgar Allan Poe
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Once upon a midnight dreary,
while the Poe sat weak and weary,
alone atop a grimy tombstone…
While a cold, ruthless graveyard,
thumped a poet’s wretched heart.
Flocked the craws in the driest night…
T’was it was, a dark eerie sight.
"Tis’ some visitor…"
He muttered such and nothing more.