Dumbledore's Daughter

Acreage covered, symbols undusted - girth ever yielding, accounts so uncrested!  Flow on to battle, strap on the mantle - think through this action, together the trust! 

Title: For the Children Nancy? Fancy banana or fries?  Energy for eternity. Get the scoop, start the drill, We'll stand by and wish you well. 

No one would think That I look good in pink. Or send me symbols in code. But sometimes it feels frightfully real that My measurements are exposed. Now an Arab spy, could he be a nice guy?  A regular Bond in disguise?  But back to real life! With vague distrust and mortal disgust, The armory captures the line.  Angelic ringin', victims a' screamin', Bicyclin' straight to the pool.   Could I stay?  with that vest yanked away?  Do the dots mean a special has come? 

Title: Fine Life has no potion Figs and flats the notion when waiting on Annie Mae.  Kelly Lime Rickey  Makes everything sticky When waiting on Annie Mae  Dare to dream  of the wanderlings  While you wait upon Annie Mae.

 The Muffin Factory Who'll come and fix the machinery  when you work at the muffin factory? The mixer is broken,  oven needs ski ball tokens, when living on a dime  and the cheese pizza tastes just fine....

 a couple at odds,  comp and cont, heads abroad, One towering bliss, one tearing through trysts.  Walking through dreams, both harboring scenes to darken the world through nightmarish twists.  Is he mad? Is she?  How far the torturing?  From trollocs to waygates to hollering  stalemates she rose to the top of the schemers to plot  her own sacrifice that could never suffice.  She climbs up the ladder scrubbing silver and platters He stands in the steading avoiding a wedding.  Who's ill? Who is not?  The fish stinks. Does it rot? 

 The way to outlive myself is, regrettably,  not through building project shelves but by reading the books and sharing the looks labeled Progeny: The self-preservation. 

 Dread and motivation, brothers in verse and life.  Quickening the slow of pace raw with deep delight. 

 Oh Annie Mae! Annie Mae! Why oh why have you gone away? Fill in the black, white out the gray, my Amazon eclectus! While you fly the miles of sky, I need to take Abilify, and in willows swing the sweetest of dreams my beautiful Annie Mae.  Geppetto, he would pull on the strings, Monstro, well, one and the same, but Blue shops at Linens and Things for her beautiful Annie Mae.

Chased by the power, Not the friendliest of wins Crossing over shades of night Rescued from the din.  Unparalleled in beauty Brought along by fate Complaints - heavy lifting To thrice be become the mate.  Kingly aspirations  to dance among her peers Laughing at the danger Chased by whom? Lanfear. 

Why would the bird, who walks through the night, give credence to love's reflections in the air?  Why would the fox, who swims at his whim, give grace to the children who undulate there?  Why would the fish, who flies every morn, cut ties with the one trying to ground him? Why would the lion, who sees all of these, retain inclination for gold?

The joy of the burden That black and white curtain Abolished like silver and wine. We step as we labor Begging every good favor Bending oer each kind branch on the floor.  However it's station,  The clay animation will sucker me in for a while Till looking ahead  I notice I'm dead And decide to turn in once again. The way back? A streudal! Kittens and noodles.  The loamy reflection, The leap.  In memorium