CLOWNS

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    CLOWNS

    Up & down when it goes what is it noone knows. Through, around & inbtween its real I feel but hav'nt seen. It pushes, pulls & drags along I turn to look but its already gone. As I run to get past & ahead ran so fast I fell & hit a my head. Laying there facing the ground. It brushes over me & stops as to hold me down. Mad I did get & flipped around only to see a RED NOSE CLOWN....

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    In science one tries to tell people, in such a way as to be understood by everyone, something that no one ever knew before. But in poetry, it's the exact opposite.

    Franz Kafka (1883-1924) Czech writer.

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