The Tear of a Clown
The makeup is on..
All the colors mixed and matched..
Just a painted tear..
It's never the same..
A smile brought on the outside..
And a frown inside..
The cannon in place..
I just lye scared and waiting..
Now the fuse is lit..
BOOM!!!!!
Written for the
"Circus contest"
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