Poem -
The Raven
as told by Rory
Get your blessed cotton socks
Off the ground ----
Get your ya ya's out!
Shout to four, hit the floor,
Quoth the Raven;
Nevermore.
There was never room enough
For the three of us,
Me, yourself and your ego.
Plans I made far out weighed
The reality I was in for.
Before Gus got on the bus
He dropped the key off.
Quoth the Raven;
'Nevermore will know I love.'
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