Sung by a socialist
Heard by a soul-less
Hungry, un-showered mess--
Me before breakfast.
A scale scales the walls
Of Slytherin then momentarily stalls;
Frankly, I wish "to stall" meant "to stop forever."
Sam Sullivan salutes you, Evan Walker-Wells!
Not with bells or well wishes, but with a trumpet...
This olfactory experience does not translate well onto paper.
Gilmore is insecure.
He cautions us against other professor's lure.
I dont mind--
Class is canceled!
-NSG
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