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
Wait, what? Gently rapping? What kind of soft, nonthreatening hip hop was Edgar Allan- uh, I mean me listening to? Not sure where I was going with this anyway, opening a blog post about our latest community creations with a narrative poem feels highly atypical. Nevermore!
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