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The Raven’s Hallow’een

[by Shannon Connor Winward]   —after Edgar Allan Poe (for Joanne)   ___Midnight in the cemetery, prowling, hunting, fat and merry One black Cat grew rapt and wary, pausing on the bone yard floor. ___In the sky the moon hung low, setting earth and grave aglow; ___All gleamed white without shadow, but for a looming […]

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