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11.20.2021: 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.” 

Turns out it wasn't a Raven, only Vultures. I'm sooooo relieved. 

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