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 Soul Clown by Jack Hackney Look...over there,see it What are they all laughing at Giggling children,parents doubled over,uncontolrable crying Moving closer,the crowds pisperse There it sits on the park bench The cause of previous excitement Now alone yet still smiling The ground beneath,dry and warm Pick a blade of dead grass Bearing a resembleance close to heart Searching,unable to figure it Rumaging what seems aimlesly in an open suitcase Producing a cloth an plastic bottle Leaning forward,elbows on knees How can it bare a wide smile Cause hysterics witnessed no longer than five minutes ago Yet seem so,so lonely It starts rubbing at its face Stoping only to dampen the bit of tattered cloth With every wipe it becomes apparent Smile becoming less noticeable The more the cloth wipes across With make up now removed There stands a sad,lonely man A broken,down trodden soul The eyes of such a man unable to hide emotion The truth only a glance away As I stand up to leave The sun now below the summer horizon Subconciously withdrawing my shades.
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