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Post by Dumbledore on Jul 4, 2005 12:50:54 GMT -5
Some part of their genetic code is programmed to feel pain When anything is seen or heard outside of the mundane
Imagination doesn't fit inside the master mold In fact, there isn't anything inside, if truth be told!
And so outward appearances are all that get a nod The whole of their "humanity" is no more than facade
They value superficial things that cash alone can buy And could not reach beyond their nose, and wouldn't even try
The patriarch will push his weight around, and all for show His son is several big chips off the block from head to toe
His wife bears no resemblance to her sister who has died She could not walk in Lily's shoes, even if she tried
A tiny room, old worn-out clothes, no joy, no love, no frills Is all their orphaned nephew gets, save for the talk of drills
If muggle prototypes abound in colors sharp and bright The Dursleys contrast all the lot in blazing black and white
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