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"As the Raven still beguiling, my sad soul into smiling straight I wheeled a cushioned seat in front of bird, and bust, and door. Then appon the velvet sinking I betook myself to linking, fancy unto fancy, thinking what this ominous bird of yor, what this grim, ungainly, ghastly, gaunt and ominous bird of yor, meant in croaking...nevermore" - Edgar Alan Poe

Thanks for reading that! It's not mine as you have figured out by now, but it was good to start us off!

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