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Peter Pan Syndrome

Was this guy really great? Did this child have A plight? Was his life lived in vain? Was he insane Or was this just an oversight? Adults he didn't trust. He would fly Through the sky At a no oxygen level height To the second star on the right Bringing back more out casts Who couldn't live under the stress and strain. On his person he carried pixie dust Which was a must In order for others to fly. He had to apply This with a message to think happy thoughts Which everyone sought. This child wore green tights. Called people bad names, And played games That were untame. He had a knack for getting himself plus Others in to fights Much to his delight. He wielded his sword with all his might. A lot of pirates died Or were maimed. He never cried Or suffered pain Until he looked in to his own window pane. Now here's the wry. He wasn't to blame For those who were slain Or lame That was his claim. His aim Was for children to believe that all his Mayhem was all right. The reason he didn't want to grow up is Because he didn't want to be tried as an Adult.

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Date: 6/25/2018 10:11:00 PM
Bette, I hope this was meant to be funny cause I'm laughing on the floor :)
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Bette Bavington
Date: 6/26/2018 6:15:00 AM
Thank you for taking the time to let me know that you liked it. Yes, it was.

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