The Weather Girl
only girl stranger
to her dad and her step mom
history strikes again
drawn to ones treating
us like we might have good sense
no matter the risk
rebellion is stealth
comes in oh so many forms
stuck under that thumb
that iron thumb stifles
'til anything looks better
do the best we can
hard to understand
prolly just a big package
she'll get bored of this
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