The wicked witch’s squished body lays trapped under the farm house, and Dorothy wears the ruby slippers tonight, but remember there’s another sister out there, wanting those priceless red shoes. Before we begin our jubilant boogie along the yellow brick road, we need to remember that the fanaticism fostered within our own Oz feeds and fuels the paranoia and extremism of other worlds. The best elements within our citizens must surface at this time. We cannot show a shortage of brains, heart, or courage as in unity we dance and sing.
Copyright 2011 Elizabeth Abrams Chapman
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