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when you repeatedly shove your dick into a girls eye until coming inside them hey did you hear jenny went blind from getting the raven to many times
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heres the full deal, look down lol. The Raven
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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. "'Tis some visitor," I muttered, "tapping at my chamber door-- Only this, and nothing more." Ah, distinctly I remember it was in the bleak December; And each separate dying ember wrought its ghost upon the floor. Eagerly I wished the morrow;-- vainly I had sought to borrow From my books surcease of sorrow-- sorrow for the lost Lenore-- For the rare and radiant maiden whom the angels name Lenore-- Nameless here for evermore. And the silken, sad, uncertain rustling of each purple curtain Thrilled me-- filled me with fantastic terrors never felt before; So that now, to still the beating of my heart, I stood repeating, "'Tis some visitor entreating entrance at my chamber door-- Some late visitor entreating entrance at my chamber door;-- This it is, and nothing more." Presently my soul grew stronger; hesitating then no longer, "Sir," said I, "or Madam, truly your forgiveness I implore; But the fact is I was napping, and so gently you came rapping, And so faintly you came tapping, tapping at my chamber door, That I scarce was sure I heard you"-- here I opened wide the door;-- Darkness there, and nothing more. Deep into that darkness peering, long I stood there wondering, fearing, ... |
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A poem written by Edgar Allan Poe. "Once 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 someone gently rapping, rapping at my chamber door. 'Tis some visitor,' I muttered. 'Tapping at my chamber door. Only this, and nothing more.'" - The opening lines of The Raven |
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the best poem ever written by an American author (edgar allan poe). soooooooooo good! "Have you read 'The Raven'?"
"Yeah, just finished it! I was having palpitations by the end!" |
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