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| Watch this wimpy poet will run like a little girl... | |
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| "Then this ebony bird beguiling my sad fancy into smiling" | |
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| I'm not a "ebony bird" ~ I'm a scary bat! Run, poet, run! | |
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| "Though thy crest be shorn and shaven, thou art sure no craven." | |
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| "Be that word our sign of parting, bird or fiend!" | |
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| What word?? I'm a BAT! This guy's creepy. I'm outta here. | |
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