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FBI documents be like:
What, you egg?
stabs him
Once upon a midnight dreary…there came a tapping at my…door. And the raven still is sitting.
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The woods are lovely, dark, and deep, but I have promises to keep!
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Do not go gentle into that good night!
Poetry doesn’t have to be time consuming!
This should have its own community. RedactedPoetry
This is verging on Haiku territory
