Upside Down Frown

Today, once again, I am down.

So, I look around.

Down the street, I see a clown.

I frown.

Through the window, I see a beautiful gown.

I have a meltdown.

Is there nothing in this town?

My head hangs low to the ground.

I groan.

But then, I'm dumbfounded.

I see my happiness: A burger stand.

My frown turns upside down.

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