Oct 302013
 
Kansas dust and Kansas drab and dull
Left me rusty and kept me a girl--
So little air of loving, and of love less,
No gladness in my heart whirled.
And Auntie Em forever protesting: 
"There's no place like home."

A burnt-black whirlwind shuddered through
And blew me out of the world I knew,
My young heart straining like a sail;
I was so glad to move, I flew;
I skipped down the swirled yellow bricks like a gale:
"Here's no place like home."

Flapping terror came and melting terror went,
New friends proved true in terror's despite;
The world's emerald ball rolls beneath my slippers....
But I no more am glad.
I miss my Kansas;  I click, and must confess:
"There's no place like home."

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