The Raven’s many colors

Once upon an evening dreary, while I pondered, weak and weary,
Over bunches of notes and notebooks and pages from studies of yore—
    While I nodded, nearly napping, suddenly there came a banging,
As of something sharply whomping, well outside my chamber door.
“’Tis some blasting there,” I muttered, “blowing up my chamber door—
    Must be that and nothing more.”
So I gazed outside my chamber, and this is what I saw:
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Eagerly I kept on watching, watching from my chamber door.
Only that and nothing more.
And the fireworks kept coming, exploding by my chamber door.

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“What could they be?” I wondered as I looked and looked some more.

Finally I went to Google, asking and inquiring wherefore.

 

 

“For the Chinese New Year,” came the answer.

Only that and nothing more.

 

 

Apologies to Edgar Allen Poe

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