clicking
their heels lately, all of them
wearing ruby red shoes.
men and women,
children.
old and young.
they want to go home.
they want to go back to normal
and get out of oz.
it's been way too long
in this madness.
you hear them chant
with their eyes closed,
holding their little dogs,
there's no place like home.
there's no place like home.
i'm trying a new pair on.
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