It was under the portable.
At school.
About nine, us and day.
she and I crawled under there.
Aggressively she was, only now
do I think, thinking perhaps to much.
It kind of through me off a little.
Until she had me like she was.
I did not believe her, untill it starting
going exactly as my sister said it would.
Losing interest in things abviously only
girls were interested in, withdrawing
unseen, it turned out she was right.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
quite short but good.