Spinning
Inside time to step outside.
Curbside.
Subside.
Go back and hide.
Wait for a ride.
Tried and tried.
Insides are toasted.
I feel roasted.
Who are the hostesses?
Somebody brought roses.
Here comes the hoses.
Flooded out.
Yuck smells like sour kraut.
The cheerleaders are screaming and shouting for the home team.
Visitors get mean and the cheers become jeers.
Better times are in store for the upcoming year.
Don't look here.
Peace and calm reside on this side of town.
My head spins like a merry-go-round.
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