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In the English Town of London, in past Victorian time, There lived a man called Barker - the subject of my rhyme, A respectable man of Fleet Street, who stayed unknown to few, Kind, well-natured, friendly - a good man through and through. To some, it seemed he had everything, if truth be truly told, For at 186, Fleet Street, a diligent trade was sold, Benjamin Barker, the barber, was wealthy, lucky and fair, Had a daughter and a charming mistress, who had beautiful, golden hair. Living away from Fleet Street, lived a man who's worldly wealth, Prospered him a fortune, which matched side to side with stealth, For Turpin, judge of the

Quotes/ words that should be in Harry Potter but Aren’t: - “Geez, Voldemort, stop acting so gay!” - Fabulous - “Bellatrix, stop groping me.  Just…just…go stand over there.” - “Tell me Lucius, who’s the prettiest ballerina of them all?” Voldemort gave a cold smile at the clearly horrified man. - “Sooo, what’s REALLY going on between his lordship and that snake, hmm?” -“Wait a minute,” Harry said. “You want me to put this Snitch where now?” - “What we need,” Voldemort mused, “is some sort of sign that people can rally around. To keep the m

Ragdoll (Poem For My Buddy IB. :3) A toy for your abusive play, and when it's broken, throw away. She's your perfect little toy, For you to play with and destroy. You don't really think she cares, Her emotions; body; heart; Nothing will be spared. You'll have her heart and make her fall, But you don't care, "she's just a doll." Love to, but I can't: I would absolutely love.... To belong to you, To entangle myself in your arms, To surrender all I have, To live only to make you happy, For you to want me, For you to admit that I belong to you. But I can't because I know... That you would abuse me, That you would betray my trus