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Once upon a midnight dreary, while I pondered, weak and weary,
Over many a quaint and curious volume of forgotten lore—
While I nodded, nearly napping, suddenly there came a revving,
As of some one gently revving, revving out side my garage door.
"'Tis some visitor," I muttered, "revving out side my garage door—
Only this and nothing more."
Ah, distinctly I remember it was in the bleak December;
And each separate auto wrought its ghost upon the floor.
Eagerly I wished the morrow;—vainly I had sought to borrow
From my books surcease of sorrow—sorrow for the lost Eleanor—
For the rare and radiant maiden whom the angels name Eleanor—
Nameless here for evermore.
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![]() 10/31/2014 at 01:10 |
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I need more. eleanor
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"Nevermore"