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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." Edgar Allan Poe - from The Raven

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      Of Pride and Passion

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        There are games we play and there is passion   It is perhaps America’s pastime that merely passes the time until the tumble of Autumn leaves ushers in the rumble of the band the roar of the crowd and that first whistle blast   It is more than mere …

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      Truth’s Toil

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      The piercing sounds of truth the subtle sting or voluminous blow rather each or either shall unbridle the burdensome soul Perplexed by one’s own perspective oft hidden well within walls of shimmering armour and the afterglow of self Caste beneath shields and buried still deeper still aligned majestically the curse …

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      The First Last Dance – At Last

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      her life she lived by choice to live humbly within the hills and hollows of the only place ever she called home a life lived long and a long life lived upon the land she labored and the home she made with such love and though life at times was …

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