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To Be Little Again

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There was a time when
Ariel was my coolest confidant
I always fast-flipped when
Ursula’s tentacles stirred the dark sea
All I wanted for Christmas
was a talking fish for a friend
I wished I could borrow Tink’s
pixie powder and fly with Peter Pan
I danced with Pinochio, holding smooth wooden fingers
and stomping ‘round with a wide lipped goldfish and a conscience kricket
I scrubbed the floor with Cindy
til the soap made my skin sparkle
sneaking free for just one chance at happiness
when reality was princesses and endless friends
and the biggest injustice
was bed time





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