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Dorthy’s Ruby Red Slippers

This is a world of war,

a world of terror,

a wold of shame.

This place is very frightening,


very dreary,


all but sane.

We can no loner run,

no longer hide,

cannot take anymore.

If only we could leave,
click our heels,
and be gone.
This world would be over, no more cries;
a new dawn.





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