Apparently, every year for the last 56 years, an unknown man has been breaking in to the locked graveyard where Edgar Alan Poe is buried. He leaves three roses and a half empty bottle of cognac. This really sounds like something out of a Tim Powers novel.
And I think Cleo should write a movie about it.
Friday, January 21, 2005
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