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honey bones my brothers thank you for making me who I am
a tomboy who loved tree forts and pirate dreams
in our imagination we married great dignatries
you would prophesy over me and say I would be a great queen someday

your Wendy mother to the lost boys
a plain jane who talked to angels
I would crush on you men
but you would smile with understanding saying someday squirt

you dream of exotic women adorned with class
sultry women of faith so beautiful to behold
I wish to learn the language of sublety and sighs
I have been so long with you viking men
that I worry about my femnity

I see the worth and beauty of women
and long to have friends like them to learn from
but i can only gaze glassy eyed from a distance
as my heart sinks when I see you glancing over with a gleam in your eyes
and I wonder anew why it is taking me so long to evolve into a lovely lass