Millions of people generated off the same idea,
Just like animals it's hard to be here,
Many live off perception to never see with their eyes,
That's like a name tag to many of us guys,
But listen closely as my words will jump out to ear,
Have you ever wondered why a rat can cause fear,
Something so small yet so much power,
Focused in to survive at least another hour,
That has magic though many don't stop to see,
So next time you curse another try to focus inward instead to be.
I never read fiction, Persnickety told me.
I urged her to read Harry Potter and she laughed.
A kid’s book! I am twenty-six-years old!
You would love it, I said.
I would not, she replied.
Five years later her cats were Hermione and Ron.
Her parrot had been renamed Dumbledore.
And she was making her husband call her Harry.
Did you read the books? I asked her.
Which books?
Harry Potter?
Oh, no, she said. I never read fiction.
Her four-year-old son, Hagrid laughed.
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now there's a man who likes his food
now there's a man who likes his food
now there's a man who likes his food
now there's a man who likes his food
now there's a man who likes his food
now there's a man who likes his food
now there's a man who likes his food
now there's a man who likes his food
now there's a man who likes his food
now there's a man who likes his food
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Harry Potter a boy with no real family
Living under his cousin’s stairs, in a closet’s gizzard.
Shunned and shut away as a nambly-pambly
In another world, a known, famous wizard.
Hagrid helps him get to Hogwarts where he meets lifelong friends
Ron Weasley and Hermoine Granger, a muggle-born witch.
Daring escapades and escapes are Rowling's books’ brightest bends.
Harry’s phoenix tail wand is magic with a flick and a switch.
Harry took off on a broom when he was not supposed to yet ride.
Swiftly marched in in by McGonagall, head of the Gyffindor House
Dumbledore names Harry as seeker of the Quidditch Team’s G-side.
I am not going to ruin the rest of the story; I am not a louse.
The sorting hat knew me well.
I had a pet Basilisk and knew where they all dwell.
I speak parcel tongue, but I do not like Malfoy
I am waiting, barely breathing.
The sorting hat is making all kinds of noise, like a raid
Spitting and snorting, I close my eyes, afraid of the result
You hate Malfoy? He screams, outing me in front of the hall.
Hufflepuff? Are you kidding? That was truly a stupid call.
Come back here! The sorting hat demanded, angry now.
I ran for my life, not eager to go back to that cow.
He chases through the hall while the rest of them cheer.
I go home to mama; maybe I will come back next year.
Don’t look in the mirror I cautioned myself
As if a basilisk was going to paralyze me at any second
I have read of them, and they eat mammals.
I wondered if this one would have to cut me up first
I am pretty big to gulp in a few bites.
Or will his teeth chop me up in a satisfactorily way?
Give me that mandrake root, I told my nine year old cousin. Just in case.
He was terrified. He had just finished reading two Harry Potters.
I loved it that I could use his fear to keep him silent and compliant.
I am evil that way.
Harry Potter is in the world to stay, a wonderful read that entranced me one day.
A casual conversation with a daughter led me to buy the first book on a Thursday.
I read for eight hours, entered a whole new world, and sighed deeply, often in fright.
I was the last one to check out books two and three in the bookstore that Friday night.
I happily went back to work on Monday after a mere three and a half hours sleep.
The profound effect these books have had on me and thousands of other kids go internally deep.
Reluctant children who had not read a book willingly before,
Were lined up to buy the Harry Potters; the line went out the door.
When the first movie came out, we were all in a line.
I was number eight and felt the movie was pretty darn fine.
However, there is nothing that compares to reading a really good book.
When your imagination takes over and keeps you hostage, totally on the hook.
Harry Potter and Dumbledore
Two young Boys from Baltimore
Loved Harry Potter and Dumbledore
One boy said “I’m a Wizard
The Other turned into a Lizard
A Lizard and a Wizard in Baltimore
Flying on a broomstick, taking the Knight Bus
Arriving on the platform without any fuss
Visiting Warner Brothers for a fan was a must
In the magic and the mystery we all did trust
A Wow! As we entered the magnificent Grand hall
As soon as we saw it, we knew we'd have a ball
Dumbledore's Office, Boys Dormitory
Waiting to unfold in every wonderful story
Wands a waving, spells in the air abound
Excitement growing, a blast as we look around
Special effects, spectacular impressive artwork
Spellbound mesmerised with every little quirk
Swigging pints of butter beer sitting in the cafe
A trip along the cobble streets of Diagon Alley
On to Pivet Drive, letters are a floating
We hear the steam engine puffing and gloating
And finally we leave the trip admiring J.K. Rowling
Recommending to you all, as it lovingly leaves you glowing.
Its book day at school
My son's all excited
He can dress up in character
From his favourite book
"Hooray" he says
"I'll go as Harry Potter"
"Hmmm are you sure"
"Yes daddy, it's dress up day"
"But Harry Potter" I say
"I love it" he says
"You love the films you mean"
"Yes I love them" he says
"Its book character day though"
"Are there Harry Potter books?" he says
"Yes but you've not read them"
Oh well, too late now I sigh
Costume's bought, friends told
No going back now.....
Just hope he's not asked about the books
Instead with a bit of luck
The teacher can ask the other Harry Potters.….….
Yes, there's three of them!!!
Bet they've not read the books either
now that it's over
it all starts again
with the flick of a wand in hand
yes there were many but they were not band from the country
Which craft and Wizardy
there's a Z on his pretty little head
He's back
lord voldemort
he's back
he's grown up with Haggred the big tall scary guy
Harry Potter is what i speak of there no other
he's learned so many spells,
he can light up is wand with the flick of the wrist
he can scare away demintors, with expecto patronum
Lockhart says Peskipiksi Pesternomi to drive of the evil
Cornish Pixies
they all know that it was bound to happen sooner or later
his parents died, but he servied
he had a charm on him
only HE could live through such evil spell
Harry Potter WILL live he can NOT die ;)
the Harry Potter
breezing into mega mall
I lost my first son
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