Once upon an 8:30 dreary, while I pondered weak and weary,
Over many a quaint and curious volume of musical score,
As I played (from the score quite mismatching), suddenly there came a scratching,
Gentle, scritch scratch scratching, scratching at my outer door.
Last night, as I was doodling around on my piano, absent-mindedly playing some Ben Folds
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