I liked Disneyland as a place to visit for a few days,
And enter in to the silly sweetness of the false.
But I wouldn’t want to live there.
So why does the end of the Squire’s Tales upset me so?
I was using it as a five hour daily escape from reality.
From year-round school. From unwelcome assignments.
Maybe I have more fantasy loving than I wish to acknowledge?
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