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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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