The Clown At the Abyss
Such a gaping hole,
In a young fools soul,
why stand at this endless pit,
No jokes to be told,
No balloons to be sold,
Is this the time to commit,
Upon his face a frown,
Is thou still a clown,
He might as well just submit.
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