(McKinley)
I could build houses that wouldn't bend with the breeze,
not like my own home of not so brave straw, with a wolf
living in every part of the yard. They don't mean
to be greedy, that's just what they are.
Falling asleep I feel the walls bending
close to a buckle. Auntie Em, Auntie Em
God would you look what's coming.
This was no storm I could sleep through,
like some silly Dorothy, it blew
holes in me before I could say,
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