There never was a Neverland.
Children are not safe anywhere.
A man acts out his fantasies
in the bedroom of his mind
at his own amusement park,
holding cotton candy like a torch
against the night. He steps out
for milk and cookies, beneath Orion’s Belt…
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klipschutz [“there never was a neverland”]. Dialect Anthropol 34, 103 (2010). https://doi.org/10.1007/s10624-009-9151-4
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