Wierd Girls

She wondered where all the weird girls went,

During lunch and after school.


She wondered if they went chess club,

Or art skills.


Or maybe they just piled into,

A beat-up minivan with dirty wheels,

And sang funny and embarrassing songs,

On the way to one of their houses.


Whatever they did,

She was sure it was brilliant,





And magical.


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