There she peeps around the door head dripping wet full of new front teeth and she laughs because she's won the bet, pajamas on in just 2 minutes. There she goes on her roller skates, arms rising as she gains speed, wind in her jacket, down the street and back again. She grabs my sleeve, puts one hand over her eye. Chance is what your eyes hold on to, as when she walks to school through the rain the last seal that you have to break to see her just one time as she appears. As I talk to her she isn't listening, she lets go of the handlebars, claps twice in quick succession, bikes on.
Lets go of the handlebars, claps twice In quick succession, bikes on.