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About This Poem
a Clown
The Bearded Lady is on the stage
A genetic fluke, how do you gauge
How did she grow her hairy face
man, beast or simply a hairy race
If her face is real, is her body too
beneath clothes and a face like you
Getting hair to grow by what means
Start a new life and leave this scene
Is there a drug to make hair be seen
pills or injections, I could be a Jean
Sadly some people change their life
Thinking it will end all pain and strife
In view a bearded women, all can see
Inside your as hidden as a man can be
What kind of man hides beneath a skirt
I'll join the circus, as clown named Bert
"Circus" contest 5-10-2012
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