little girl with pink umbrella
stomping on after rain pool
dropp her book bag; loose
let go, started to play more
spinning pointing skyward
she never, never get tired
mom came not very please
cause her clothes are mess
books are wet as sneakers
a pinch on her side, winches
she pouts; stomps her feet
she feels hold on her hands
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