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Oh, how this cowardly lion wishes for strength
though she growls
ruby slippers remind me of home
was once a tin man, no heart
rather a scarecrow ,I lose my whits about you
walking down a yellow brick road
Off to see a wizard to grant such things
Emerald City of jealousy for a witch so wicked
caught in a cyclone keeping composure
illusions of grandeur
how I am melting, such fears
the dream and reality of OZ
I skip to destinations that lead me home
no place like it
magical, mystical, mayhem, of the mind
If fantasy is final, I stay sleep to dream
Dorthy never wakes
For she is free to exist………………

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