The Pondering Clown
Every day I see a pondering clown
He rests his arms on a stone platform
No one knows what he is thinking
His eyes stare down -there is no smile
both hands to his face, looking so sad
The eyes look like he will cry tears
He carries the worries of the world
Wonders what will happen next
This pondering clown is part of my collection
Sitting on my shelf, I see him every day
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