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A Poem by pdc

Little girls looking for Kansas aren't the only ones who can get lost... who can lose their way.

The trick is - when you come to the fork in the road - be it one yellow brick road or another - the scarecrow recognizes you - points you the correct way.

Not unlike he did for Dorothy - the wizards Dorothy - when, after clicking her heels three times - launched an undying mantra to be held dear for generations to come.

For truly... there is no place like home.