was right
this time, as the house swirls
high above the ground
in a violent
wind.
i look out the window
at all the things
passing by.
there goes a cow,
a cat,
a dog,
an old friend.
trucks and cars,
and there she is on her
bike,
spinning madly
cackling,
wreaking havoc
with her dark green skin.
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