Wizard (Published April 26, 2021)

 I'm the Wizard, do what I say to get back to Kansas. Did you hear me Dorothy, do exactly as I say to get back to Kansas and you can return to your normal life. Wash everything down. Do not use your own little basket when you pick flowers, berries or your ugly dog. Make his walk. Use strong sanitizer and bleach on everything. Keep your food outside for a day before you bring them here to the Oz Palace or anywhere else you sleep. Make sure you sanitize each and everything you touch. Wash all your fruit and veggies several times, and preferably outside before you bring them in. Take off your clothes and wash them immediately after you come in contact with anything from the outside. Stay away from your dog and spray him often. Don’t walk near that Lion or the Strawman nor your dog Toto. Its probably OK to be close to that Tin Man, just spray some bleach on his every few minutes. Do not worry, he should not rust with that bleach. You all need to wear masks. That should also help you make it through the poppy field. Now go Dorothy, come back in a year and we’ll see how we are all doing and if it is okay for you to return home to Kansas and your normal life, Now remember to sing for the next year, “Somewhere over the rainbow, way up high, there’s a land that I dreamed of, once in a lullaby.”

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