Dumbledore's Daughter

Annie Mae is suffering. Her chatter slows and slows. She's hungry she's bound Love so profound Can she leave her prison For two?  The black the white Soul so contrite When ideas ping and pong She's happy today!  A true rampage.  There is no prison but you.

You and me, a symphony You and I, a lullaby. A tale to tell- indiscretion. A tale to spin - suffering. Just I, tears to shatter. You and me, better dreams. 

Sunrise, Sunset. oozing with the dawn. Some people walk in pure delusion Others are peeling back the boils.  ||: He'll take your spin! your cry out,  your tears - your buy out.  your fears - The lies out, The toil. :|| Happy to unfold.

Iron clad Poker lad Clang  hammer on anvil.  Rescue smith away with it Halt Iron bespeaks you. 

Ta'Veren black as night Pulling, yanking, throw the fight. Married like an eagle scout Without the plan, With the pout.  Make the call End the fight Dark as pitch Enrich the night. 

Jill, muttering The pill, sputtering Leapfrog vying Forward flying No way to pay The bill. tic tacs showering Super blowering Anxt amidst the muck.  Heaven's handout Hat too grand around? Secret's destiny.

Chanel 21 can leave a sphere dun when rained upon with glasses. Whereas, Chanel 22 is relative to  the conundrum of the masses.  Well, Chanel 23, don't crucify me Joseph fled, saw, out-classed 'em. What's to be done with Chanel 24 when we see, saw, then pass 'em? 

Bubbles and fruit Tumbling mute Where oh where to find them? All for the cause The wizard of oz. The magpie deaf not cowering. Yoho ere go,  The lot we flow The crew is still- beguiling. 

 Primordial condescension,  reaped rye (then comes distention)! with silverbells and cockleshells just the story's complexion. Well, when hickory met dock, they fell right 'round the clock. The one struck two -like superglue- paired, missing cues, just roiling! Ode to Wendy,  lingering near her fate. Ownership, tender looks change is coming for Ole Captain James T. Hook.

Ode to the Empress,  Praise The Violence of Defeat.                    Indignation rue the day                    force herself right out of play.      Brightness comes mahoganied,               Black as dove:                                       Brand new constitution.                               

Persephone, the lethargy, the amniotic crunch with tinkerbells and  whistlestops the BBQ smells hot.  BUT The hog is on  by candlelight drinks for two till 8 soda cans, fried okra please,  the ranch here takes the cake.

 Attila the Hun,  put down the gun, this must be a misunderstanding. Zuckerman? now throw down the plow. Charlotte is writing the story.

  Lord of the Desert Lord of the Sea Lord of the Skies come comfort me. Still in the silence life rages on. Fly to my aide; teach me thy song. One becomes two as pressure surmounts. Holiest of places; raise up the count. Peace everlasting,  joy at thy face make me more worthy to pass on thy grace. Forgiving my brother as thou lovest me. Up- lifted through service Diverse family tree.

 In recovery at last, hanging to the splintered mast wondered joy at medication clamor for effort; meditation.

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?