dear mr. oz
behind the curtain
tugging the strings of
your countrymen:
we have waited so long
in this hall of wishes
for life to start-
and all the green wands
are broken-
for the token of a heart,
a mind that ticks,
a night without fear
or a single ride home:
we went through hell.
don't pass the pie-crust promises, please-
not even emerald pie
mary angela douglas 20 october 2007/11 february 2010
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