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T-shirts designed and printed by Alaskans.
Once upon a T-shirt dreary, which I adorned, weak and weary,
From a stack of quaint and curious
volumes of forgotten bore
While I tucked it, neatly strapping, suddenly there came a tapping
As of someone gently rapping, rapping at my closet door
'Tis some visitor, I muttered,
A tapping at my closet door;
'Tis a Raven, oh what lunacy is in store?
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