She's standing at the door and getting one thing clear.
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I throw the book down and march right into their eyes.
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I'm reduced to almost nothing now, still, I've apologised.
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Look out! The sky is knitting . . . filling . . . creeping in.
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I dont think it's going to just pass by.
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She stands at the door and gets her one thing clear;
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"I'm not my mother nor my aunt,
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so it's exactly what I mean when you little fool if I say I can't."
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She's shouting down, over the lawn
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and like an army under the door.
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Slow advancing.
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How will she sleep tonight with all that commotion going on?
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Something's beginning to fall.
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It's quiet now, there are bigger disasters
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and they they're gone into the ground and gutters and out to sea.
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Swept along with the dirt and leaves
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. . . and back up . . . back up into thin air.
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Over The Lawn
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