To my dearest Peter and all my lost boys
over the years I have loved being
your Wendy bird
I gave you your "medicine"
I read you stories
We played house
But my sweet friends
our games are all make believe
and one day I want to live them
I'll miss you terribly
every boyish grin
and each wild Pan crow
I must go home now
Neverland is not where
Wendy birds belong
Thank you for our one last puff
of pixie dust
and for letting me inspire you
with a kiss
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