Blackbird Singing in the Dead of Night

Once upon a midnight dreary, while John pondered weak and weary,Thinking of his budgie Jeffrey, who had gone before—As he nodded, nearly napping, suddenly there came a tapping,As of someone gently rapping, rapping at his chamber door.“Tis some visitor,” he muttered, “tapping at my chamber door—Only this, and nothing more.” Then distinctly John remembered that […]

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