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01-28-2007, 02:32 AM #1
Upon a midnight dreary (Boston Globe)
EVERY YEAR, in the early hours of Jan. 19, a crowd gathers along the tall iron gate surrounding Westminster Cemetery in downtown Baltimore to witness a mysterious tradition. Sometime after midnight but before dawn a figure clothed in black slips into the cemetery. Making his way to the grave of Edgar Allan Poe, he lays down a bottle of Martell ...