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Post by Tonberry on Sept 6, 2007 21:48:39 GMT -5
Edgar allen poe was a creepy man, in HS he was in lvoe one of his friend's mom, then she died, and he wrote this poem.
Helen, thy beauty is to me Like those Nicean barks of yore, That gently, o'er a perfumed sea, The weary, way-worn wanderer bore To his own native shore.
On desperate seas long wont to roam, Thy hyacinth hair, thy classic face, Thy Naiad airs have brought me home To the glory that was Greece. And the grandeur that was Rome.
Lo! in yon brilliant window-niche How statue-like I see thee stand, The agate lamp within thy hand! Ah, Psyche, from the region which Are Holy-Land!
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Post by Tonberry on Sept 6, 2007 21:48:56 GMT -5
hehe MILF
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