Harry Potter and the Sorcerer's Paunch by Deborah S Regan The wand sits on the coffe table now, can rarely get in a position to reach it the sleuth finds his way to ding-dongs and makes them disappear maybe his uncle was right about everything especially chocolately goodness but Harry makes magic in the kitchen, the bald pate shining like linoleum now to conjur up a lady friend.... 03/30/2004 Posted on 03/30/2004 Copyright © 2025 Deborah S Regan Return to the Previous Page     pathetic.org FAQ Members Poetry Center Login Signup   pathetic.org Version 7.3.2 May 2004 Terms and Conditions of Use 0 member(s) and 2 visitor(s) online All works Copyright © 2025 their respective authors. Page Generated In 0 Second(s)