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Post by windfog on Sept 17, 2014 9:20:39 GMT -5
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Post by LonelyForsaken on Sept 23, 2014 19:26:10 GMT -5
Poor Scarecrow. The yellow brick road is a bit curious in this context.
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Post by twistedangel on Sept 30, 2014 10:37:32 GMT -5
Maybe the scarecrow is waiting for Dorothy
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Post by LonelyForsaken on Oct 1, 2014 17:03:47 GMT -5
Obviously still looking for a brain. Doesn’t have the sense to come in out of the rain. Wait, I like walking in the rain. Hmmmmm?
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Post by goneghost on Aug 26, 2015 1:50:44 GMT -5
I liked the drawing, colorful and simply done. It made the poem more enjoyable. This seems to be an ode to my favorite month, and though it is often tearful like any other. The scarecrow was once summer's sentinel. Now he hobbles about, neglected. Of this I understand.
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