And so it all came to an end on Friday night. Loose ends tied up, well almost, Voldermort vanquished, cowardly Malfoys run for the hills, and the terrible three grow up and have kids...strangely satisfying but rather sad. Childhood over for my girls.
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Final Adventure
Edited By Claudia Alick
July 14, 2011
Editor’s note: This poem was written outside the Tinseltown movie theater in Medford Oregon as people waited in line for the premier of, “Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows part 2”. Participants of the poem wrote one line viewing only the previous line.
...making history here on the
streets,
Our grandchildren will beg to hear our
stories
They eagerly wait for us to begin
This night charade of lights and sounds
I howl in the wind like a grew hand
Yearning for my green chewy bone
Screaming at the sky
Wishing I could fly
Wishing I was a quid itch star
Drinking butter beer at hogshead bar
Thinking about the armored centaur
I knew there must be a chink to find
And Voldemorts soul is broken
Search for shattered treasures
Upon the foreign seas
My robe is black and flowing long
My magic flows into my song
My song echoes with the beauteous chaos around Fun faces make me happy
cause I'm in love
With the midnight broomsticks
The pursued felons felt their way around corners in the sky
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