Town Clown

he was among my hometown's merry eccentrics,

     sort of a homegrown clown full of fun, wit and tricks;

           it was quite hard to tell whenever he nodded

             if he was shooing away a fly on his head

     or was acknowledging you and the gnats and ticks,

          or nodding to a  tune he heard when he was six.
Copyright © | Year Posted 2007

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