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  • Judy (A Movie Poem)

    Judy (A Movie Poem)

    She always knew that Oz was a one-time voyage lasting until the red shoes dancing on and on cracks the golden road, wears it to dirt dreams, her tired legs collapsing into poppy fields, pills, her voice singing on and on in the fall until hoarse, silent and invisible. – She sings because she’s a…