Again, thank you all for voting and commenting! Considering this week's competition, ending up rank 20 was awesome! heart
In there stepped a stately raven of the saintly days of yore.
Not the least obeisance made he; not an instant stopped or stayed he;
But, with mien of lord or lady, perched above my chamber door -
Perched upon a bust of Pallas just above my chamber door -
Perched, and sat, and nothing more.
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Poetry is the journal of the sea animal living on land, wanting to fly in the air. Poetry is a search for syllables to shoot at the barriers of the unknown and the unknowable. ~Carl Sandburg
Unique Disease wrote:
"You seem like you'd be so intimidatingly good at roleplaying, I'd quickly grow bored and not respond, leaving you up a creek without a paddle."
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