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[bodytext] => Is it odd the scarecrow rests on a cross? When he speaks I'm at a loss of a reply to this starving guy. He wonders where Dorothy has gone. She has promised him a long time ago that she'd find his mind, he had believed her, she seemed so kind as she left on the yellow brick road. It's been years since she left for Oz, and her absence has given him pause as to whether she is ever coming back. He hangs the with his arms out stretched forever talking of that adorable wretch who left him there with the pecking crows while her reputation grows and grows, she feeds the story, but how it really goes is she left the tin man on a sour note, she skinned the lion for a fur coat, and she left the scarecrow to pitch his grumblings forever, about Dorothy the Witch. [comments] => 2 [counter] => 160 [topic] => 59 [informant] => CodyJ [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 0 [ratings] => 0 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => psychoticpoems )
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