Through a twister, she journeys’ across the sky,

From her home In Kansas, she and her dog said goodbye.

To fantasy from reality In a place she fell,

Of tiny people, In this land where they dwelled.

If home Is where she wanted then a walk she would take,

Down a long road of yellow brick, to a city, she would make.

Along the way three friends’ she would meet,

Searching for something, each one was unique.

Till the end, they would fight a wicked soul,

Conquer and receive what It was they were told.

Click your heels’ together, one, two, three,

There’s no place like home, back there she would be.

Keith Garrett

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