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The Clown

No one asks the clown he feels
They care not as long as they can chuckle and cheer
As the clown soldiers on
Trying to swallow his fear
He works three jobs and has a family at home
He doesn’t have a single laugh when he is alone
He looks out upon the horizon
Dreaming to roam
Not that any of his dreams you’ll hear
And the reason his smile is painted on is quite clear
If you only look past the mask that is there
But you came to laugh, smile and party
He won’t say a word to someone
He knows doesn’t care

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