Never-Neverland, a fantasy on the skids

Trains once packed with laughing children no longer roll around the grounds of Michael Jackson’s Neverland ranch.

Trains once packed with laughing children no longer roll around the grounds of Michael Jackson’s Neverland ranch.

The arcade that pulsed with rap music, the curse words edited out, has fallen silent. No one waits at the gate with ice cream for youngsters to arrive.

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