Poe-m 
Once upon a midnight dreary,
Trodding through a dismal alley,
I chanced upon a man named Poe.
I could see that he was teary.
I said, "What's the matter Pal-y?"
He said he was full of woe.
Long ago he was so cheery,
Back before his good friend Sally,
Said "Good-bye, I have to go.
Don't wanna be here anymo;
There ain't no action Mr. Poe.
Hereabouts is just too slow."
So Sally flapped her raven wings,
And out the window, (not the door),
Away she flew into the night,
Calling softly, "Nevermore."
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