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*Once lived a clumsy, boorish fellow called 'Creeky the Clown', Painted masked face and not a trace of a Frown* *but deep beneath he carried A crippled Heart. that hid its Sadness, yet it danced with madness for to make people laugh was his Art*
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Oct 1, 2014
Oct 1, 2014 at 11:49 AM UTC
Good Ol' Clown
*Once lived a clumsy, boorish fellow called 'Creeky the Clown', Painted masked face and not a trace of a Frown* *but deep beneath he carried A crippled Heart. that hid its Sadness, yet it danced with madness for to make people laugh was his Art*
Time flies and we get old, but what stays behind are memories of how we lived! Dedicated to the World’s oldest clown Floyd ‘Creeky’ Creekmore who passed away at 98 "A lot of people go clear through life and are never really passionate about something,"   "Boy, he had the passion." his son told the media
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Oct 1, 2014 at 11:49 AM UTC
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