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She is one of Oliver’s girls so do not expect her to be anything common.
Her navy dress with blue polka dots is magical, but those quadruple eyes
Oh, my. Where did they come from?
All on the left side too. 
There is some reflection about that.
Being right-brained, this has something to do with it.
Freeing up that side.

Clouds go through her gently, and there is the giant eye 
Holding on at the shoulder, trying to act inconspicuous.
Sure!
She wears three rings of Saturn at her throat.
I thought there were only two.
Oliver slaps me.
I giggle.
Her Russian hat brings my attention upward.

A lone angel wing propels her past a turquoise sea.
Striped with a crinkly abnormal yellow brick road, 
am I the only one to notice that?
I hear Oliver hissing in my ear. It was not an accident.

In her hand she holds the leash of a miniature alien
He is purple, fuchsia, peacock blue and feisty.
I stay away from him.

He crouches low as they astral travel to destinations 
I can barely dream of or pronounce.
Going places because Oliver said they could.
I know they are closing in on their target
when her polka dot dress begins turning
into fleshy swimmers. 
I told you she was right-brained right?
Like Oliver,
and all of his creations.

Oliver Pocsik. Look him up if you want to be delighted today.

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