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The World Loves A Clown |
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Original Poem By Paul N Johnson Ostrander, Ohio |
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The whole world loves a clown, They can turn a frown upside down. So much fun can be found, When the clown comes around. |
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The blues just seem to disappear, As the clown comes marching along. With them they bring smiles, and cheer, Go ahead and laugh you won't go wrong.
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Oh the jokes they love to play, Better watch out for the spray. It's all for fun in a clowns day, I love the way they make people gay. |
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Some even turn loose pets, Bringing another world of laughter. Applause and cheers is what they get, It must be nice to be so sought after! |
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Thanks for stopping by my little corner of the world! |
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