What will she dress up at this dark night, if anything at
all, still faced with lust for life I still envy, just as I admire the parade
of munchkins, werewolves, witches and such who all admire her, a regular Rogues
gallery (among which I consider myself one), who march up to her door begging
for treats.
What will she look like on this night of mischief, and how
much mischief will she get into herself. Will she play Lola as she once did
long ago with a whole team of Damned Yankees lined up with their baseball bats
to get at her? Or Dorothy with her ruby slippers stuck with three in adequate
men, one without a brain, another without a heart, a third without courage to
fully appreciate who she really is, and so, she must rely on an equally
inadequate wizard to get her home, if she even knows where that is.
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