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The Clown

He's the clown who tells the joke- the dull, the dreary- the jokes we've heard before. We were forced out a crackle from a silence that was rather bitter, something similar that's to a sizzling fire. He's the clown who paints a smile against his droopy, creamy cheeks and frowing bloody lips that leaves us uneased and a bit horrified. The mask he wears is rather unpleasant, something that leaves us all uneased. This is the moment we find, a cheap circus, an experiance gone awry.

Copyright © | Year Posted 2008




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Date: 12/11/2008 8:23:00 PM
...reminds me of a song by Ralph McTell, a British folk singer... the sad and sorry side of a performer who is playing a role, all the while dying inside. And if you're depressed a clown is the last thing you want to see... well done. Best wishes, Keith
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