Chatting With Fireflies
Sad clown sitting in a downpour.
Washing away the plastic smiles and squirting flowers.
Cheery Cherry nose cascading down the drain.
He tosses the big clown feet to the shoeless urchin on the street.
His obnoxious horn goes to the one everyone ignores.
Sad clown sitting in a downpour.
Now he's heading for the heart of the woods.
Near a virgin pond where he splashes the make-up away
Tomorrow singing in the boughs.
Brings a smile back into his face.
Turning in for the night-under a roof of starlight.
Settling the score with his plastic smile life,
He's always been just a simple man,
Happy chatting it up with fireflies.
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