Redacted System October 15, 2019 Share October 15, 2019 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 kitchen door. “’Tis some visitor,” I muttered, “tapping at my chamber door— Only this and nothing more.” Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Misha October 15, 2019 Share October 15, 2019 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 dabbing, suddenly there came a tapping, As of some one gently rapping, rapping at my kitchen door. “’Tis some visitor,” I muttered, “tapping at my kitchen door— Only this and nothing more.” Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Redacted System October 15, 2019 Share October 15, 2019 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 dabbing, suddenly there came a tapping, As of some one gently rapping, rapping at my kitchen door. “’Tis some spider,” I muttered, “tapping at my kitchen door— Only this and nothing more.” Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Misha October 15, 2019 Share October 15, 2019 Once upon a morning dreary, while I pondered, weak and weary, Over many a quaint and curious volume of forgotten lore— While I nodded, nearly dabbing, suddenly there came a tapping, As of some one gently rapping, rapping at my kitchen door. “’Tis some spider,” I muttered, “tapping at my kitchen door— Only this and nothing more.” Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Redacted System October 15, 2019 Share October 15, 2019 Twice upon a morning dreary, while I pondered, weak and weary, Over many a quaint and curious volume of forgotten lore— While I nodded, nearly dabbing, suddenly there came a tapping, As of some one gently rapping, rapping at my kitchen door. “’Tis some spider,” I muttered, “tapping at my kitchen door— Only this and nothing more.” Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Misha October 15, 2019 Share October 15, 2019 Twice upon a morning cheery, while I pondered, weak and weary, Over many a quaint and curious volume of forgotten lore— While I nodded, nearly dabbing, suddenly there came a tapping, As of some one gently rapping, rapping at my kitchen door. “’Tis some spider,” I muttered, “tapping at my kitchen door— Only this and nothing more.” Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Ozone January 26, 2020 Share January 26, 2020 Twice upon a morning cheery, while I pondered, weak and weary, Over many a quaint and curious volume of forgotten lore— While I nodded, nearly dabbing, suddenly there came a tapping, As of some one roughly rapping, rapping at my kitchen door. “’Tis some spider,” I muttered, “tapping at my kitchen door— Only this and nothing more.” Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Jamie January 26, 2020 Share January 26, 2020 Twice upon a morning cheery, while I pondered, weak and weary, Over many a quaint and curious volume of forgotten lore— While I nodded, nearly dabbing, suddenly there came a tapping, As of some one roughly rapping, rapping at my kitchen door. “’Tis some spider,” I muttered, “rapping at my kitchen door— Only this and nothing more.” The world is far, the world is wide; the man needs someone by his side. Our Thread Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Ozone January 26, 2020 Share January 26, 2020 Twice upon a morning cheery, while I pondered, weak and weary, Over many a quaint and curious volume of forgotten lore— While I nodded, nearly dabbing, suddenly there came a tapping, As of some one roughly rapping, rapping at my kitchen door. “’Tis some hobo,” I muttered, “rapping at my kitchen door— Only this and nothing more.” Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Josie February 6, 2020 Share February 6, 2020 Twice upon a morning cheery, while I pondered, weak and weary, Over many a quaint and curious volume of forgotten lore— While I nodded, nearly dabbing, suddenly there came a tapping, As of some one roughly rapping, rapping at my kitchen door. “’Tis some tulpa,” I muttered, “rapping at my kitchen door— Only this and nothing more.” Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
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