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He colors the room with his painted garb and painted white face. Making the kids laugh A piercing laughter after every joke. As he hops and skips. As the kids chuckle . With every gag and every joke they lash out in high pitch squeals. As the clown dances and bounces. But nobody sees the frown under the painted smile. Nobody sees the pain. Under the colored garb.
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Apr 24, 2013
Apr 24, 2013 at 10:41 AM UTC
The Clown
He colors the room with his painted garb and painted white face. Making the kids laugh A piercing laughter after every joke. As he hops and skips. As the kids chuckle . With every gag and every joke they lash out in high pitch squeals. As the clown dances and bounces. But nobody sees the frown under the painted smile. Nobody sees the pain. Under the colored garb.
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Apr 24, 2013
Apr 24, 2013 at 10:41 AM UTC
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