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Lorelei walked along the Rhine, Clear was the water, the day was fine. She had a lover, her heart was true; but his with raging jealousy grew. (Come to me, my bonny love, for in my arms is a treasure trove!) He jumped at her from out of a trench, and cried: "Now I've got ye, ye treacherous wench!" She pleaded her innocence, for mercy she cried, but he'd have his way, or else she'd die. (Come to me, my bonny love, for in my arms is a treasure trove!) "If I can't have ye, nobody will!" And he held her head under until she was still. He was stout, and she was thin, 'twas easy enough to throw her in. (Come to me, my bonny love, f

There was an old dog named Chloe, whose fur was ebony black, with a crooked jaw and a pop-out eye and a bumpy, bony back. When the lightening would thunder, and the thunder would lightening, Chloe would thunder back! There was a big, red front porch where Chloe would sleep in the sun with a spinning wheel, and a cat named Sam and a broken, rusty shotgun. One fine spring, 'round midnight Sam ran off with Tom. Chloe waited for five whole days, but Sam did not come home! So Chloe howled and Chloe wailed and gave Sam up for dead, When Sam showed up to the forlorn pup and delivered kittens, instead! On a muggy summer evening wh

Winter roses don't last very long Just one week and They've sung their last song They live their lives for you String them up with florist's wire When they've dried they make a sad reminder... It's just a short-lived flash of desire Valentines A diamond suspended on a silver chain One shining moment in a life full of pain It warms the dark, cold night Valentines Don't we all put up a fine facade You get what you give, You get what you want You, the idiot savant Valentines

As Harry Potter slipped away, so did Snape's life. The last thing he saw were those eyes, Lily's eyes, set in James Potter's features, combined so irrevocably in their son. He lay there in the all-enveloping darkness and waited for he knew not what. Not even the Darkest Arts had been able to penetrate the mysteries of death, and though he had spent many terrible nights pondering, he had come away with no answers, no expectations, and sparse hopes.     Suddenly, the darkness exploded into light. A light so bright that it could have been the end of existence... or the beginning. Gradually it dimmed to a glow. A figure appeared in front of whe

It was a cool summer’s night and the castle was alight with dancing and laughter at the ball. A celebration of the King returning safely from battle. The courtyard was filled with dazzling beauties, twirling gracefully as they danced, almost gliding across the floor. The King could have any woman he wanted, and he did so frequently. Tonight he felt like a challenge and bored with his Queen, wanted a new mistress, an innocent, someone who would probably not know of his reputation. He set his sights on a young, pale, curvascious lady in waiting named Natasha. She was bright, sweet and virtuous. No man had had their way with her. Many men