I can’t be mad at the wind for its spree—
I’m the one who said, “Come in, hit me!”
But honestly, who wouldn’t be duped,
When the sky’s all sunshine, not a hint of the truth?
“Open the window,” it said with a grin,
“I’m harmless, I promise, just let me in!”
Next thing I know, it’s flipping my room,
Laughing as chaos replaces the bloom.
So here’s the joke: trust the sky, pay the price.
It’s the world’s oldest prank, cruel but precise.
Yet somehow, I keep playing the fool,
Opening windows like it’s a golden rule.
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