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Tears of a clown

Don't let the painted layers that were made to make up , stop you from questioning the feelings behind their costumes and gown.

The slightest smudging, by which sympathetic fingers smear, unmasks fear, and an underlying frown

At the end of every day, when curtains close and the lights die down.  Floodgated tears emerge,  from the sad eyes of a  person 

Perceived only, but a CLOWN

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Jerry T Curtis

Date: 8/10/2025 9:14:00 AM

It is always at the end of each day that we feel triumphant or defeated and clowns know it best. Well done Julianne

Julianne Williams
Date: 8/10/2025 10:07:00 AM

We all have those moments when we've felt somewhat of a clown. It's about reminding ourselves, we are in control of our own circus of life . Red nose and all . Take care xx