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There’s that girl outside my window

Always looking in, day and night

Watches, guards my bedroom, lets me know when

It’s safe.  I don’t know how she got there



My house was built upside-down

And she’s clinging to the shingles

On the north side where there’s no sun

In the winter she stays close to the chimney

Or goes in the attic.  In the summer I

Try to talk to her but she whispers

And she’s a good climber

She tries to play games but I am too smart

I smile at her but she screams

She punches through the glass and grabs me

Puts a whisper to my ear, “Never.”

I break away and throw socks at her

Smelly, black socks.  She usually eats them

This crazy-diet girl.  Now she’s selling

Me the rest of my life.

It’s a lot of money and

What if I want to change it later?

Tap, tap, tap,

She keeps me awake at night

If only she could fly

I could take my hat off

At the end of the day, cry

And If only she would die

Then I could go to sleep

And forget that lie