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Mar 2016
So you're the one
who paints all the frowns
on the sad clowns
Circus life does have strife
and roasted peanuts by the pound

So you're tired of nuts
and cleaning up elephant dung
Pity, you were once
a real class act

Now reduced to ticket sales
and fame unsung

Your high wire act
turned into catastrophe
Your partner slipped through
your arms into rhapsody
No gadgetry in this galaxy
could save this fantasy

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Till    y­ou                                                 'round!
                      turn                        back
  ­                              that frown
I really did work in the circus, a most wonderfully bizarre circus. I was the emcee/janitor and had the name Erato. It was all the invention of a genius madman by the name Frank Garvey. If you'd like to learn more visit: http://www.sfgate.com/news/article/OMNICIRCUS-Robotic-theater-s-army-of-darkness-3273901.php
PJ Poesy
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