THE YELLOW BRICK ROAD

 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 

 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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