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The Clown

The spotlight flashes with a funny flair on the sagged dress of a meek man on stage. A miniature crimson cold sun shines stuck on his puckered porcelain face of forced smile. An animated caricature captured in the frame of a comical frail figure, tramps in inertia round and round the circus arena to amuse awhile. The sprightly body swivels in reflex with the flexed shuffle of acrobatics, as the sleight of supple hands performs the perfect act of jugglery. The labored buffoonery performed by the funny fragile clown of lost soul, falls flat as flakes of stale joke on the silent spectators. Before the neon lights go out in the last show and the curtain falls, the slapsticks peel slowly the paint off his sweaty face. The unmasked face trenches the trail of tears, he has long shed un-noticed. He leaves the stage singing a song, the lyric written by his broken heart. The uproar of laughter at long last explodes with claps in the gallery. The applause hails the clown, left to live the comedy of hollow life.

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