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Believe it not, Dorothy was wrong.
When home is an alley tucked
behind the corner mart, Strangers who might never be cozy, There are other places you might rather be.
Your heels click because the sole is wearing through And those shoes do not take you anywhere You really want to be, Except long lines and public restrooms.
Cowards and heartless characters fill you With hopeless hope and hollow dreams Of home and food and school And yellow brick roads to nowhere. |
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