Frank Baum,
you broke my heart
right across your knee, your lips
your pen, your ink.
You took me down your roads and then
took me straight back here again
And that is not where I wanted to be
I wanted to stay where hope is brave
and days are lean
If what you say has become true
why not leave me there and you
fly home, beg home, clap
your own clappy shoes
pretend it's your dream
leave, and forget me.
dec 22.09
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