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When She Does There is a storm coming, Harry. You best know your friends, devoted. Things are about to get scary. There was no body to bury; He'll be back when he's uncoated. There is a storm coming, Harry. "What's to happen?" Harry, wary. Replying, his husk voice throated. Things are about to get scary. "It's Lord Voldermort you'll parry." "Yes, I see," he dully noted. There is a storm coming, Harry Hagrid looked out to the prairie, as clouds lingered outside, bloated. Things are about to get scary. He took a sip of his sherry, and he ominously quoted, "There is a storm coming, Harry. Things are about to get scary." The syllabic count on this is 8/8. To see how a Villanelle poem is written, see http://www.writing.com/main/books/action/view/entry_id/332470.
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