I played poker every Saturday night for 35 years with him and Lenore, ... I loved them beyond the music. If Mrs. Gershwin were here today, she would say, 'Isn't this peachy'
I played poker every Saturday night for 35 years with him and Lenore, ... I loved them beyond the music. If Mrs. Gershwin were here today, she would say, 'Isn't this peachy'
The sweet Lenore hath "gone before," with Hope, that flew beside,
Leaving thee wild for the dear child that should have been thy
bride.
Eagerly I wished the morrow; - vainly I had sought to borrow
From my books surcease of sorrow - sorrow for the lost Lenore -
For the rare and radiant maiden whom the angels name Lenore -
Nameless here for evermore.
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