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I cannot write, Patterns repeating
and Not Good.
No good and no good luck.
Now I'm Leda, raped by that bite-y bird without
Helen and Clytemnestra to show for it.
Instead, I walk, the blood welling
It runs down these heavy, unsteady legs
Who is he? Who is he to tell me this?
They don't know: I need a respite.
My soul, sick and thin, barely alive
Sputtering, like my rusty Volkswagon
No good, no good luck
If i could just get the engine of my body to turn over
I'd set out for some Rescue Mission
I'd smash the bite-y bird into black pulp and there
He will have no good and no good luck.
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In Barrie's play and novel, the roles of fairies are brief: they are allies to the Lost Boys, the source of fairy dust and ...They are portrayed as dangerous, whimsical and extremely clever but quite hedonistic.
"Shall I give you a kiss?" Peter asked and, jerking an acorn button off his coat, solemnly presented it to her.
—James Barrie
Wimminfolk they be tricksy. - ZenGum
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