Tuesday, October 22, 2013
Quoth the Raven...
That one word, as if his soul in that one word he did outpour.
Nothing further then he uttered; not a feather then he fluttered;
Till I scarcely more than muttered, "Other friends have flown before;
On the morrow he will leave me, as my hopes have flown before."
Then the bird said, "Nevermore."
Or he said, "Hertz #1 Club. 803." Whatever.
With apologies to Edgar Allan Poe.