FONTAINBLEAU, APRIL 1966

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Written by a bored GI in the Fontaienbleu Gardens a short walk from his Casern garrison post.

The road to the Emerald City

is guarded by the Forts of Folly

And Four Horsemen ride Looking-Glass Land.

Alice, that Apocalyptic Beast,

Has Startled the White Rabbit

And Omar’s tents are all folded

The coffee spoons were melted

in furnaces in the Forts of Folly

Made into staples for the Orwell gun.

The Hobbits died afraid in exile

And Treebeard, that old Ent,

Fell on a darkling Plain.

We all seek our own road to Oz

And find our own way to Hell.