The Clown
He sits alone in his dressing room, five minutes to go.
He paints his face in red and white, four minutes to go.
He's feared, laughed at, alone, three minutes to go.
He's never felt so gray and low, two minutes to go.
He looks in the mirror, he feels like crying, almost time to go.
He puts on his nose and a see through smile, because now it's time for the show.
/Alexander S.
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