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The Mean Streets of Oz   When the world is spinning out of control like a Kansas tornado, You cannot simply go back to bed and pull the covers over your head.  
I pulled back the curtain once, You told me it was safe. You saw that I am a klutz,
Pulgarcita: Thumbelina. Living in the grass. Inquires of the day to day, yet no one seems to ask about the way she seemed to hurl herself into the world.   Pulgarcita: Thumbelina
A Women of All Odds   Please pay no attention to the women behind those books Intelligence is over-rated; twerking is all the new rage
Pay no attention to that man behind the curtain! For he is not his usual driven, loved, bright eyed and bushy-tailed self. He lays there having suffered a great lost, a part of himself, and at all cost...
All I ever wanted was to be beautiful. Like new mothers, like flickering candles in dark rooms like flowers pressed into books like new shoes...
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