Once upon a midnight dreary, while I pondered, weak and weary, Over many a quaint and curious volume of forgotten Oilers lore— While I nodded, nearly napping, suddenly there came a thudding, As of some one violently chopping, chopping at my chamber door. “’Tis Earl Campbell,” I muttered, “running over some defender poor— Only this
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I met a traveller from a land of over-priced antiques, possibly Cotuit Who said: "Two vast and trunkless arms of stone developed by years of one-armed push-ups Lie in the asphaltt . . . Near them, on the median, Half covered with graffiti, a shattered visage lies, whose frown, And wrinkled lip, and sneer of cold