Little girls often dream
Of the beautiful age of nineteen
When they reach it they’re surprised
To find imagination was full of lies
Daddy’s girls believe in knights
That magic is what holds up kites
Every knight’s armor will fall away
Like cut kites covered in clay
Grown girls still want fairytales
To know that goodness always prevails
Dreams live in clouds, girls in reality
But its cloud watching that gives clarity
~DaLe 11/17/08
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