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popstarsteve (-Harry Potter Poem-) (Part 1) Magic cleans off my hands every second that I want, so when I picnic at the pond I don't have to wipe my palms. I have Hermione Granger's hair inside the core of my wand and I'm enchanting musical equipment to play my favorite songs. If you don't like Hogwarts you're not going far like a three headed dog asleep beside a harp. You might as well say you're not very sharp like every answer's in the dark and memorizing's really hard. I like the stories set in Hogwarts Castle because the main focus is love not battle. If we were there we might hear some locked doors rattle and a few voices from portraits with awkward babble. One thing that's cool about Hermione Granger is she's the complete opposite of a frightening stranger. She draws, so she's similar to a nice sweet painter and that's far more valuable than some dry cheap anger. I really enjoyed The Half Blood Prince and beating that story's like trying to grab some wind. It doesn't really work like trying to write down an absent thought first or trying to use a blow dryer to quench some bad thirst, or remembering lyrics that haven't been rehearsed. It doesn't get more entertaining than Hogwarts Express, but those chocolates on deck can be awkward to test. I'm far too healthy; it's the way I select. And before I favored quidditch I loved soccer the best. It'd be cool to write songs while at Privet Drive, but the Dursleys never want to have timeless nights. Vernon's always shouting something tied with lies when Harry's never done anything wrong with life. Trying to get into Gryffindor using the sorting hat is far easier than making torn jeans last, so you'll want to be aware and not a snoring cat; and treat this information more than boring fact. If I ever had the chance to meet 'the boy that lived' I'd buy a round of butter beers then enjoy some sips. I wouldn't be surprised if he's annoyed from pics, but the boy that lived's simply a joy that "is". I get really spoiled sending mail by owl. And it's true, they can't be replaced like vowels. An owl can never be replaced like towels and sending mail without one I hate like growls. © 2019 by @popstarsteve All Rights Reserved.

popstarsteve (Lion King Poem) My name is Simba I'm the king of the jungle. My mom is Sarabi, she loves me a bundle. She's always so nice unlike my dead uncle. He couldn't lead me like you can't make the sun cool. My days are the best when I hang out with Nala and I'm by her so much you would think that my paw's stuck. We never get bored; we enjoy all the small stuff! My friendship is what I'm always giving all of. My dad was a king who was shoved from a cliff, but when he was around every day was a gift. He loved when we'd play I would swing at him swift and his strength was intense (Anything, he could lift). Sometimes I go out and hang out with Timon. He says that he likes when I'm sitting in throne. Our best friend is Pumbaa, but he farts when we're home. But the conversations we have are like really cheered poems! One time we were lifting up logs for some food, but what tastes good to us might not taste good to you! Have you ever had grubs? They're like chicken it's true! Let me hold up this log while you swallow a few! Hakuna Mutata's the way that we think ("No worries" is what all those syllables mean). We sing by the waterfall's beautiful scenes and gaze at the stars talking as a team. The mandrill Rafiki's the coolest "baboon" (Not the type to ignore any rule that's assumed). He's got common sense unlike fools that are goons and he wards off hyenas that drool at the moon! Hyenas are not what I like at my place and to them elephants can be eaten like cake. They show up at night and are up to fight late and the strangest of all's the hyena's mind state. They teamed up with Scar (My dead uncle was odd). But Rafiki showed up; we all fought and they lost. Hyenas give lives and don't add up the costs. And they really don't care for a good lion's thoughts. The jungle is mighty; I'm happy as king. And the circle of life is a beautiful thing! When Nala's around me it feels like a dream and my life's as perfectly great as it seems. © 2019 by @popstarsteve All Rights Reserved.

popstarsteve (Spider-Man Poem) I got bit by a spider and now it's part of me. I protect innocent people from others with hearts ugly. In a fight, my reflexes are fast, so it's hard for them to start touching. It isn't much fun; our interaction's like hard rugby. My Spider-Man name people are calling from the streets while I'm upstairs early munching lumped up wheats. Last night I fought some robbers with guns up sleeves and they lost so bad not even their thumbs touched me. I'm in the ally way hanging upside down thinking about a villain with a cut eyebrow. He might think my Spider-Man fame is just some luck I've found, but I've saved so many lives thanks to what I'm now----Half human half spider----At the end of the block at the last wide curve----I stomped a villain's hand, so his grasp might hurt, but that was the only way for that fat white purse. Through the life of a spider I like to make friends. I'm usually fighting a villain who's trying to take gems. I've never been the type to decide when fate ends. I'm Peter Parker---that name doesn't shake men. I've got a good heart and I'm not gunna stop. If it's Mary Jane's company I want some a lot. I'm not a thug and I won't run a block, but the sight of me spinning webs really can stun a cop. My best friend was the son of a man 'The Green Goblin', and it was better to hear him when his mouth had steamed socks in. It isn't hard to tell if a person's genes off when all they want is to see another mean boss win. My friend Harry had a snowboard that flew and he became like his dad there wasn't much I could do. He didn't see good beneath skies that are blue and I had to stop them or they would come after you. My name's Peter Parker and I'm off to save the city. I'm not going to stay home while good people take a whipping. If you write negative stuff then I won't take a listening. I've got a world to save and MJ's eyes are glistening. © 2019 by @popstarsteve All Rights Reserved.

popstarsteve (Cosmopolitan)- (Poem) One time I stopped inside a gym where I met this girl from Cosmopolitan. Her job was how she got a lot of friends and everyday she'd shop a lot again. Together we went and got a juice and then she showed me a closet that had a lot of shoes. She told me her favorite pairs were not to use (she got a scuff and would have rather lost a tooth). She said her dress was made by YSL and complimented the things that I said well. We spoke over an ice cream that I let melt and she showed me some perfumes with timeless smells. Her friend came over wearing lots of stripes and told us that her closet had a lot of whites. She needed exercise and bought a bike and while she was at the store she saw a light. She said the light was in her bag and said that I was dressed in "winner's swag". I showed her poems no quitters have and used intelligence to give her laughs. She started shopping on the web and said, "Call me 'The Ditz of Wrongful Ed'!" Our indoor cats had gone to bed and she said, "Let's wake them up right on the ledge." We pet the pretty siamese and let the cat beside it sleep. "The food I buy them isn't cheap," is what their owner said to me. And that's all that my journal says (the pages are a wordful mess). But the order was a purple vest if you're wondering what the girl did get. There are some things that I will add (it's possible your wife will laugh): But women's tights don't ever last according to the website's hacks. "It's good if you lay off the snacks." a comment said beneath the maps. Wait, hold on, there's other stuff. She shopped for things her mother loves. It's what every fashion sucker does (it's the fashion version of 'The Drunkard's Buzz'). And it's nice if you're a family person that spends more than half the week workin' (or just need a bag to pack a neat purse in). I know it sounds silly, but that's just me servin'. © 2019 by popstarsteve All Rights Reserved.

popstar.mp3 (-Harry Potter Poem-) (Part 4) Whenever I see that the weather is great I wanna play quidditch against Severus Snape. He's a bother sometimes like a letter that's late, so a challenge is great if I ever could say! There's somebody I know at The Ministry of Magic who says that she finds more than bits of me attractive. Last night we spoke of Umbridge 'cause her witts I see inactive and I'm glad that we had coffee 'cause it gave me drinks to laugh with. The other day I impressed Luna Lovegood. She said I'm so sharp my poems can cut wood. She gives me the comfort that a best friend's hug should and said I make her smile how talking bugs would. Any time I run into Ginny Weasley we talk about the things that the London city streets see. She's got a lot of skill and makes the game of quidditch easy and doesn't have to practice much (she only does it weekly). It's hard for me to think that Malfoy's dad's a Death Eater. If Hogwarts had him as a set teacher I'd rather sit on wet bleachers. His students would be left weaker like beginners versus vet-seekers. I don't know what the big deal is to be a muggle-born, but I'm like a machine that won't accept a dollar torn; and Malfoy's dad's the dollar. The way he thinks is smaller than the lint that's on my shirt collar. I've never met Harry, but I really like his glasses. One time I tried some on, but then my vision wouldn't have it. Ron says he's really cool and his respect for him is massive. It'd be interesting if I had him in one of my classes. I get along well with my room mate Ronald Weasley. If his mom doesn't send him letters I know my mom will weekly. He's not the type of guy to take part in wrongful drinking and he also doesn't smoke (his behavior's awful pleasing). © 2019 by @popstarsteve All Rights Reserved. Shout Outs: @thisisbwright @msevylynch

popstar.mp3 (-Harry Potter Poem-) (Part 3) I'd never wanna live in Azkaban, so I've always got more than one half a plan. And any time there's a test I need to pass I can. I never want to back down, so I laugh and stand. It was around 12 and it was part of lunch the first time I realized I speak parsel tongue. We had a snake near by and it was hard to run because the interest I had became part of fun. Any time I go shopping in the Weasley store I see something I like and I'm needing more. They've got some homemade items; you'll be seeking shore; 'cause from your heart's desires you'll be deeply sore. It's better to lose money not knowing where your owl's toys went then to spend a single day being Malfoy's friend. Every story with him is about joy's end, so if he asks tell him that you only employ gents. I'm not the type of wizard to tell half a buck jokes, but you shoulda seen my face after seeing a dragon up close. I was lacking guts most, feeling half of what's hoped (as if the dragon's mouth was causing me to have a stuck coat). Not having every horcrux gone is like having a bank account only 4 bucks long. If they were still around I'd sing a 'More Luck Song', hoping Voldemort's the one every door shuts on. I was happy to hear the story about the basilisk tooth. I was jumping for joy and even laughed a bit, too. I've got some felix if you want a half of this juice and it's never failed to help a wizard stack a grip soon. I'm happy I'm old enough for magic in public. I've mastered patronous (dementors can't touch it). There's also this spell that's good to ban bugs with and I don't need sunblock this perfect tan's rugged. © 2019 by @popstarsteve All Rights Reserved. Shout Outs: @thisisbwright @msevylynch

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