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Catch me if you can,
A swift runner am I.
Flying through the trees,
urging grass to dance.
I irk the calmness of water,
I caress the clouds.
You'll spot me in all seasons,
making my way around the earth.
Have you a name for me?
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Trickster am I,
black as the night.
Laundry lines will fear me,
hawks do I hate.
I trouble you in harvest,
corn reaped shall I steal.
Peering at you,
flying above you,
seeking some shiny object,
to gently tug away.
Shall you guess my name?


Many hear me everyday,
I, invented to entertain.
Whether I provoke your urge to laugh,
to cry,
to roar with fury,
I finger world with my voices.
I have flown through centuries,
seen ancient Greece, Egypt and China.
Nobody knows time as well as I,
the bringer of songs.
People have made me through earth,
from the lack of fun,
to chase away the boredom,
and let joy take its place.
Thump thump,
tap, tap,
plink, plink,
chimi-i-ng!
Purchase a paper to see me.
Turn a knob to hear me,
press a button to feel me,
or open your mouth to free me.
My name? Guess.


I, a famed writer.
I have made stories to intrigue you,
To shock you,
Perhaps astonish you.
My life is littered with miseries,
And disappointment.
A dead father, a dead mother,
And a love buried long ago.
Called a drunk, a genius,
An author.
Dark, gloomy,
Dismayed and miserable.
Wandered upon a city,
A place built from the ocean.
I’ve met a boy and,
Created a story.
Mysteries have I unraveled,
Women I’ve courted.
Troubles I came across,
And bottles have claimed me.
I, now dead as well,
Came back to the earth,
Long ago.
Can you guess my name?
Have you forgotten me?
Pray, tell me,
That you know.
‘Tis I,
Edgar Allan Poe!