10-May-2008, 01:14 PM
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Join Date: Dec 2006
Posts: 7,659
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Recognize? 
Quote:
Once upon a midnight dreary
I could smell the coffee clearly
over many a quaint and curious
ceramic mug in which it pour
where I nodded nearly napping
suddenly there came a tapping
a heated beaker gently rapping
steaming bubb'ling on the floor
oh my coffee is no more.
And in that puddle lies my soul
to be wakened up, nevermore.
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