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The main character She's so lovable and nice Nobody hates her except for the villains Those mean little villains. Those villains that she destroys each episode Those villains she made everyone hate Those villains that nobody likes Well, some people do. The people that 'look into things' Those **** people They say she's abusing her power That she's using people for her own wants That she only cares about reputation They're wrong. They just don't understand her! She had such a bad past. Everyone hated her, but she proved people wrong! Anything bad she's ever done is because of those people Those people that hated her. Those people that watched her suffer. Her actions are always justified. She's the main the character, and everyone loves the main character.
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May 15, 2019
May 15, 2019 at 7:19 PM UTC
Main Character
In my black forest I was passing through To get to where the mountains grew I came upon a pitiful sight In the early morning just after night Dew was still glistening on the ground When I heard that crashing, growling sound I knew a great bear was on a rampage It was a pure white hot outrage About to turn and go the other way Blood curdling screams rebounded off the forest decay And I knew I must go try to save the day An occupied man had heen writing in his script And over the baby cub he had tripped Mother bear heard her baby's cry And with red molten furry in her eyes She was ripping that poor man apart His blood was spraying with every claw mark In order to get the furious bear away I knew an incantation that I could say I didn't want to hurt her it wasn't her fault The careless man had triggered this assault “Mother bear of the forest This attack I can not warrant Vanish all your angry claws And your teeth from jaws But do not discourage, and take heart For as soon as you depart You will regain your missing parts”
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Jun 2, 2016
Jun 2, 2016 at 9:45 AM UTC
The Black Hearted Witch (Part 3)
I just took a wrong turn going to church Ended up down by the old white birch So I decided to sit down there at it's roots And up to my shoulder scurried a little newt I liked the little fellow Until in my ear it started to bellow Why are you doing that I asked He said not a thing just pulled out his flask He motioned for me to drink And before I could think I took a big swig And before I knew it I was dancing a jig The swirling and twirling brought me down to my knees The limbs in the tree moved with the breeze And before long I started to wheeze What Mr. Newt what have you done Don't worry dear with us you are becoming one So scurry on up here and sit on the branch By day we watch at night we dance None of this has happened by chance You wished for it, now it is so Back to your life you no longer have to go
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Mar 11, 2016
Mar 11, 2016 at 10:37 AM UTC
Mr. NEWT