The AODA Raven

By Victor Edgar Allan Schwartzman

Once upon a midnight dreary, while I pondered, weak and weary, Over the sad pages of Ontario’s troubled access lore,
While I sat (without napping) suddenly there came a tapping, As if a specter was gently rapping, rapping at my chamber door.

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