The ClothingThe ClothingThe Clothing
Once upon a midnight dreary, while I pondered, weak and weary, Over many a quaint and curious pile of forgotten clothes
While I shuffled, nearly slipping, suddenly there came a stinking, As of some one foul and reeking - sleeping on my chamber floor. "'Tis some visitor," I muttered, "sleeping on chamber floor - Only this and nothing more."
Ah, distinctly I remember, it was in the bleak December, And each separate sleeping figure wrought its ghost upon the floor. Eagerly I wished the morrow; - vainly I had sought to borrow From my booze surcease of sorrow -
me like the wings
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Kitty, Copy and Past to Rule the World
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