| From: | "Wow, Reality. That's a switch" <MHILLIARD@****.ALBION.EDU> |
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| Subject: | final notice |
| Date: | Thu, 20 Oct 1994 21:55:34 -0500 |
I'm coming for you.
Ponder thou this mid-night dreary,
Spent in battle, weak and weary,
O'er all the wronging thou hast done.
Now shall come a rapping, tapping,
Tapping at your chamber door.
Then afrighted shalt thou be,
Thy destiny comes at last to thee.
Be thou chilled unto the marrow,
Cry out "Wence surcrease from sorrow?"
Thine answer lies in rapping, tapping,
tapping at your chamber door:
Quoth the Raven, Nevermore.]<<<<<
-- Raven <"God's Justice be done"/Dumas>
