The Report

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Once upon a day so dreary,while I pondered weak and weary over my book report about Edgar Allen Poe, While I studied nearly napping suddenly there came a tapping, as of someone loudly rapping, rapping at my bedroom door "'Tis my mother" I whisperd "tapping at my bedroom door, only her and nothing more.





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