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First…

I want to thank four people for reading and posting here, I just want you
to know, you’re the ones who inspire me to keep going (to keep me
write not-so-good poems ), *gosh* am I over-reacting?...really I love
these guys, their posts mean so MUCH to me…thanks to:
JoHermione(Emma)
ErinElizabeth(Erin)
Jessica(Jay)
firebolt_flyer(Kenzie)



sorry, I know im late, really sorry about that…

that’s it I think, im going now to book 2, in summary I had written six
poems and hope I can do the same count or much more than that, I
hope this time…

here’s the first one, it involves Dobby, hope you’ll like it..

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I have to pretend that i don’t exist
For the Masons came, the Dursleys insist
In my room i found something or someone
A creature named Dobby, the house-elf one

This elf who always speaks in third person
and with big eyes, came for a good reason
He warned me that im in mortal danger
But i miss them all, Weasley and Granger

Yet it hurts, no one wrote to me at all
more so when i found that its his goal
Stopping my letters so i won’t go back
Got mad, i tried to get the letter-pack

Mayhem occurred, now im in big trouble
Wish i could just vanish like a bubble
I slept all night, stuck and feeling so bored
Im rescued by Weasleys flying their Ford…
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Before the month of March, there will be 2 more posts, I promise…*here I go again
but really i would do, it!