lady resisting, bracing
few knots of wind come
skirts plastered fit
to her shivering thighs
yet she continue decorating
poles for incoming party
most of décors flew away
nobody came for rescue
when her clipboard flew
storm away like hurricane
she got smiles from crowd
some comments I heard loud
but time goes on rolling
for we are just workers
trying to make a living
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