The Tin Man Of Oz
That wicked old witch made me the Tin Man
Sans a heart, I'm like a rusty tin can
I creak like a screechy hinge
Making my many friends cringe
A spritz of oil keeps me going again
Copyright © Robert L. Hinshaw | Year Posted 2024
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