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 tapping, As of some one gently rapping, rapping at my chamber door. T is some visitor, I muttered, tapping at my chamber door; 5 Only this and nothing more. Edgar Allen Poe / THE RAVEN To all my grim, grave, ghostly, ghastly, gaunt and gloating goblins... HAPPY HALLOWEEN
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