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A Clown
I have no more wild acts,
No more funny steps
Of yesterday’s run.
I must be a clown
Growing old upstage,
Still floodlit but cued to bend,
Fears and tears winning
At this losing end.
No more funny steps
Of yesterday’s run.
I must be a clown
Growing old upstage,
Still floodlit but cued to bend,
Fears and tears winning
At this losing end.
Published 5th Mar 2012
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