There once was a girl who could fly.
This girl flew high to the sky.
The earth was too loud,
so
she stayed in the clouds,
and
didn’t come down ‘til July.
In
July, there was a great storm.
The
girl did not feel very warm.
She
came down because
the
girl knew this was
not
the usual; or norm.
When
she came home, she saw her dad.
Her
dad was very mad.
She’d
been gone for too long,
while
the world moved along,
and
this made him very sad.
So
she flew back into the air.
She
liked it much better up there.
No
yelling was heard;
with
just her and the birds.
Better,
up there, she would fare.
By: Kaite McAuliffe
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