Papermate

We lived in the different era of the genius I wrote some of the context clues You draft some benevolent don't and do's As we believe in acccentuating formal thoughts Your smart mouth and my pen So much more alike when love is between The author is us every now and then, Scribbled words of wits it seems. If I could narrate our story It has rhyme and hyperbole Like Ron and Hermione In the seven books of Hp You lift me up from my downfall Now looking close to you and all I am happy and I sore As I gazed on a tree and there standing tall.