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Once around a midnight snack, while I pondered fridge attack. While I thought, nearly caught, suddenly there came some talk. Tis my wife, I muttered, walking upstairs across the floor Only this, and nothing more. Quoth the snacker, Nevermore. And whenst she came upon my sight, she held something upon her right. Some thing yellow bold and bright, twas the snack I craved all night.And my wife, never halfing, still is laughing, still is laughing. And the lamplight o'er her throws its shadow on the floor, Tis the wrapper! Only this, and nothing more! Quoth the snacker, Nevermore!