Democrat Bloggers Stalk The Borderwhiner Night!!

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 someone gently rapping, rapping at my chamber door.
'Tis some blogger," I muttered, "phoning to my chamber door;
Only this, and nothing more."

Then, methought, the air grew denser, perfumed from an unseen censer,
Swung by seraphim whose footfalls tinkled on the tufted floor.
"Wretch," I cried, "thy God hath lent thee -- by these angels he hath
Sent thee respite---respite and nepenthe from thy memories of dear Willi lore!
Quaff, O quaff this kind nepenthe, and forget this lost blog letter!"
Quoth the raven, "Nevermore!"

And the raven, never flitting, still is sitting, still is blogging
On the pallid bust of danielson just above my chamber door;
And his eyes have all the seeming of a blogger's that is dreaming.
And the lamplight o'er him streaming throws his shadow on the floor;
And my soul from out that shadow that lies floating on the floor
Shall be lifted---nevermore!






















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