My clone has passed away. He asked that I share this poem:
"Far, Far From Never Land"
Peter Pan died last night --
not by hook or crocodile bite,
but handcuffed in flashing blue light . . .
far, far from Never Land.
The constant boy -- now just lore.
Nothing will be as it was before.
Invincibility, never more.
The curtain’s come down on Never Land.