Full Sell


The wind is roaring
Rain is pouring
Guest are snoring
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The rain becomes snow
It’s beginning to start warring
The trees are falling apart
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Come one-
Come all-
Stop your long haul
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It’s becoming a reality
We disagree
But they must leave
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all comes to a stop-
We are a closed shop
It’s like a heart thrombosed
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The tea cart starts
We are a working heart
The sun comes up
The guests- depart

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This poem is based off of a busy night at a hotel and the hotel running out of room and having to turn guests away.