Circus Days
I ran away to the circus at the age of two
on a sad day when it was raining.
At first, I didn't know what I should do,
not having the proper training.
I started with an elephant and began to scrub.
His skin was leathery and rough,
but found I could continue with a gentler rub,
when his skin became smooth enough.
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