The Raven - Edgar Allan Poe Mad Lib™
Contributed by Adam
Once upon a midnight WORD, while I pondered WORD and WORD,
Over many a quaint and curious WORD of forgotten WORD,
While I WORD, nearly napping, suddenly there came a WORD,
As of WORD gently rapping, rapping at my WORD door.
``Tis some WORD,` I muttered, `tapping at my WORD door -
Only this, and nothing more.`
Ah, distinctly I remember it was in the WORD December,
And each separate WORD ember wrought its WORD upon the floor.
Eagerly I WORD the morrow; - WORD I had sought to borrow
From my WORD surcease of sorrow - sorrow for the WORD Lenore -
For the WORD and WORD maiden whom the angels named WORD -
Nameless here for evermore.
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