SHE fell off the plantet,
made a lot of mistakes,
didnt read the instructions,
or turn on the car lights.
she just sat there
with head in hands.
and her tears made a funny
sound,, like thunder, thunder,
in her room, thunder in her
head, thunder from a sad
childhood,,, dear sister, even
this sadness takes a break.
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