92% of teens have moved on to rap.
If you are the 8% that rock out every day put, this on your sig.
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| Once upon a midnight dreary, while I pondered, weak and weary,<br/>Over many a quaint and curious volume of forgotten lore,<br/>While I nodded, nearly napping, suddenly there came a tapping,<br/>As of someone gently rapping, rapping at my chamber door.<br/>" 'Tis some visitor," I muttered, "tapping at my chamber door;<br/>Only this, and nothing more."<br/><br/><br/>Ah, distinctly I remember, it was in the bleak December,<br/>And each separate dying ember wrought its ghost upon the floor.<br/>Eagerly I wished the morrow; vainly I had sought to borrow<br/>From my books surcease of sorrow, sorrow for the lost Lenore,.<br/>For the rare and radiant maiden whom the angels name Lenore,<br/>Nameless here forevermore. | |||||||||||||||||||
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92% of teens have moved on to rap.
If you are the 8% that rock out every day put, this on your sig.