Dear Dorothy,
It’s so lonely here in Kansas
without you.
I’ve picked a bouquet
of flying monkeys;
I only hope they don’t wilt
before you get back.
The hour glass
seems to be stuck
and I can’t tell
the good witches
from the bad
anymore.
Hurry home.
Love,
Toto
P.S. You forgot your shoes
This is for G-man and his FF55. Click on the link and check it out.
