Once upon a midnight dreary, while I pondered, weak and weary, Over many a quaint and curious volume of forgotten lore, While I nodded, nearly napping, suddenly there came a tapping, As of some one gently rapping, rapping at my chamber door. "'Tis some visiter," I muttered, "tapping at my chamber door Only this, and nothing more." -Edgar Allan Poe
4 Comments
Lucia Stewart 25 Mar 2006
NICE WORK! THOUGHTFUL AND ENJOYABLE!Lara Falcone 25 Mar 2006
I love this photo and text Genea, I am going to embarass John now, he's a genius-you should try it.John Segon-Fisher 25 Mar 2006
Genea Wonderful poem - but EAP should be in B&W. Trust me, try it again in instrong contrasting b&w and see the results for yourself.Nancy Woolweber 24 Mar 2006
What a grand entrance! Love it. I'll bet there is a secret and beautiful garden behind it.