Oz Os I stood in my ruby red slippers staring hard in my seashelled mirror eye fell into those big brown eyes amid losing all track of time I pressed harder absentmindedly upon my tube of shaving paste looking down on mock horror at the mess running down both legs was shaving paste into all my cracks and crevices between my toes and filling up both socks this happened back in sixtyfive near the time that eye was homeless for the very first time Since then I have never changed my socks at all I had no reason I can find to mess with them the toes the toes are petrified no longer white before this happened I was a normal man Before the yellow brick road began and took me into the wilderness with GODS shaving paste as Grace in all my cracks and crevices.