watching him but none the less. He sat there his hat over his crimson eye covering it from the sun while he put his cane in the grass, Break seemed as though trying to put his
thoughts together it was like working with a puzzle with all the wrong pieces..
Once upon a midnight dreary, while I pondered weak and weary,
Over many a quaint and curious volume of forgotten lore,
While I nodded, nearly napping, suddenly there came a tapping,
As of some one gently rapping, tapping at my chamber door.
"'Tis some visitor," I muttered, "tapping at my chamber door -
Only this, and nothing more."