| a little poem I found on the internet . . .
Poe, E.: Near a Raven. Midnights so dreary, tired and weary.
Silently pondering volumes extolling all by-now obsolete lore.
During my rather long nap-the weirdest tap!
An ominous vibrating sound disturbing my chamber's antedoor.
'This,' I whispered quietly, 'I ignore.'
Perfectly, the intellect remembers: the ghostly fires, a glittering ember.
Inflamed by lightning's outbursts, windows cast penumbras upon this floor.
Sorrowful, as one mistreated, unhappy thoughts I heeded:
That inimitable lesson in elegance--Lenore--
Is delighting, exciting... nevermore.
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| Strange things you see at a gas station . . . 
So, even though I would be unable to gas my car because there was no visible means to pay for it, at least I knew where a variety of cooking instruments were stored!
*edit* by the way, it's 'LETH-argy' with the accent on the first syllable. Like 'leprosy', only lazier. |
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