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Dream Poem not by that one weird guy
As I was waking up this morning I dreamt that I had placed a poem in the New Yorker. The beginning was something about blowing my nose but the ending was crystal clear: the last line was this:
The bright humanity of my socks.
pretty kul, huh?
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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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