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I was inspired by watching a movie entitled, "Finding Neverland." Starring Johnny Depp, Kate Winslet, Dustin Hoffman, and Radha Mitchell.

The show was moving and so well done it was remarkable and not worthy beyond compare. James Barrie, a playwright, creates the play, "Peter Pan."

In that voice, one shall attempt an act of fiction at the highest level along the charted path of geniuses like Barrie, biographically brought to life by perhaps one of the most consummate actors to grace stage and film.

Attempting to aid a new widow and her four boys, Barrie, childless, plays with her children. In so doing, imagination and the limitless minds of children in mourning to create inspire him.

Let us begin:

Johnny Depp is a clown who brings joy and laughter to people and often clowns have sad lives and are treated as buffoons and this abuse the clown ignores solely to amuse and bring laughter, joy to masses. This will be a Right Thumb Production.

Oh muse to amuse, guiding light come to stay
One imagined, thou spoke, recorded, be alway
In a land that was free of terror and blight
Along came a menace in the darkness of night
A shadow of power, evil, all ne'erwell
Took residence in a cave down in the dell.
Upon the meadow who lay in sleep deep
Dreamt a shepherdess Solange within her sheep
Suddenly at dawn with a start they arose
Belated her awake she stood to stretch upon toes
The dew was thick and moist upon stalks, leaf, blade
A ray of sunshine shone upon her within the glade
Rainbows sparkled her vision morning eyes made
Into a nearby stream to wash and drink did she wade
Too the sheep were thirsty lined the bank, they drank
Each filled their empty tummies like a water tank
Solange washed the sleep from her eyes all her face
Then gave thanks for the morning under God's grace
Sleep washed from her eyes, clear blue, and bright
She called 'cross the dell to where her brother be might
With his own flock of sheep who should awake to light
You-dah-duh-doo-dul-ley, doo-dah-dee-lee-doo
Answered Pippin to the east, Solange is that you?
Mee-fa-da-la-la-la, doo-dee-dah-lee-doo
Who else could it be calling to you?
Come to the water here to let thy flock drink
Bring Momma's breakfast sent, here quick as a wink
Solange heard Pippin coming, the ruffle of flock follows
In trees and leaves beyond she crossed to the wallows
Stepped up on the bank to meet the sound of moving
Approaching sibling and nodded, happily approving
Some of her flock waded with especially gentle lambs
Ewes spread across the meadow, furthest out the rams
While Solange took position from the banks
Pippin appeared and strode forth, with his fleecey ranks
Biden, as he called himself, heard sound of easy meats
Within the cave to echoes plotted tasty, juicy, sweets
Unbeknownst to child shepherds, sat to break the fast
Pippin, from a bag, passed to Sis, Momma's tasty cake
And one for himself did he unwrap, a bite near to take
Pippin! Solange said, Let's first give thanks, say grace
He set aside the sweet to pray, Solange would you say?
She began as always did, Jesus hear our prayer today
While in fields where we lay, bless our food, on the morn Thanks to you we awoke hale, from sleep, and yearn
For our morning meal -
God is good, good is the meat, Good God, Let's Eat!
Pippin, you should at least wash your hands clean, neat
Oh very well but why can't we just eat. I am Famished!
Easter in near, filthy hands might make you ill
So go and wash before you eat your fill!
Amen. You shouldn't interrupt a prayer.
I almost sense something fell on the air
In the water, splashing a bit, nothing's about, not a twit
Why do the rams all face to the South? Ewes call lambs
To come quickly about, Oh Pippin replied
I see what you see now the water in me eyes dried
I am going to eat before whatever it might be shows
And should too, Solange because one never knows
Yes Pippin, you're right, as the ewes move south
Oh the flocks merge together again what has a mouth
Yes, the lambs in the center
Call for Papa, Don't banter!
Oh Lord, said Solange, Something Wends Toward Dire
The rams began to bellow, stamp feet, short rush
At a thick grove of trees, not faraway much
The ewes grew silent the lambs lie still, Mams touch
Papa, Papa, where-ever, ever you be, Pippin yelled!
Solange continued to pray as she slipped behind rams
Pippin to her left sling in hand, hands wet clams
I don't think he can hear us, Papa, he said.
Yet he called out loud again, with staff lead
Sling swung in the other slowly, waiting for sight
What was it ahead, beast, creature, or wight
Lord make his shot true, defeat he might
Both hands on her staff, Papa couldn't hear
Only she and Pippin to stay the invisible fear
Of what in the trees hidden crouched, leered
Must lick its chops while greedily leered
It made no sound, no announcement, no roar
Could it be lion or wolf, reaper or boar
Oh Lord save us! From the trees something charged
Little girls are so delicious, at Solange barged
As The Biden reached his giant shrew claws did show
Pippin loosed shot, hit hammer like, opened a gate bow
At the temple there was a hole through the skull
The giant shrew entered the permanent deep lull
And for good measure Solange with staff pounds
The Biden was no more totally dead and gone
To be continued...

Now, I know this is a good piece and would like to thank the muse and oh, the break of drought that occurs while I write, thanking God - but I decline payment because of of the absolutely tyrannical and absurdly perverse laws the Biden Administration placed upon cryptocurrency both complex and intricate in their attempt remove all monies private, their doing nothing against invasion by drug cartels, and utter economic destruction of the United States, the inflation, the embroilment in wars, double dealing, ...

It should be obvious someone took my money through hacking, used my information to buy cryptocurrency and then report me as hiding cryptocurrency...as I have complained about the removal of all Americans wealth by usurpers of all Liberty, except for the wealth of oligarchs.

God is the hero. There is rain in spring as there should be. The herbs, flowers, shrubs, trees, creatures are thankful and at peace. Our cat is by the fire of our heater.