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It's funny to me, all the fear they impose I see it in children, and some adults that I know With their painted on faces and squishy red nose What's there to fear, their vagabond clothes? There's 15 to a car, the size of an ant Whose feet fit those shoes...Who wears suspenders on pants??? Who would bother to hide their identity... Is there something more sinister, which I fail to see...... Who's always happy and wears a smile on their face...... It's becoming an image that I can't erase............ I think I'm beginning to now understand.. Was John Wayne Gacy a clown, or was he a man??? Who sneaks up behind those unprepared Then blows a loud horn.... I'm officially scared!! Who always wears gloves to avoid fingerprints..... I get it all now......... I now understand!!!!

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