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I know you are reading this poem, your
Legs tucked up under you, curlicued, a baby mouse,
alone on the cottage porch.
Looking for signs of my unhappiness, woven in the words,
like the woven afghan that covers your crooked spine,
anxious heart, those sweet curlicued legs.
There must be some blackened, hopeless message!
I am, after all, your girl.
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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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