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How do u know if a clown is happy or sad? For a smile is painted on its face... what is under never revealed to its onlookers...how does one know what the clown feels..
Baggy clothes hides the dispositioned posture... the shoes make each step exucuted with prescision so u cannot tell she sulks when she walks...
Laughter is all her onlookers hear... for they are caught up in their own cheers... only caring that their tears for the moment has disappeared...
No paint on there face... happiness is crystal clear...
How do u know a clown is happy or sad? When a smile is painted on her face...when her attire hides her pispositioned posture... no one knows that inside her smile does not exist... inside her world lies in mist...awaiting the fog to strangle her thoughts...for she is tired of the painted smile...and the laughter that her ears do not hear...
Baggy clothes hides the dispositioned posture... the shoes make each step exucuted with prescision so u cannot tell she sulks when she walks...
Laughter is all her onlookers hear... for they are caught up in their own cheers... only caring that their tears for the moment has disappeared...
No paint on there face... happiness is crystal clear...
How do u know a clown is happy or sad? When a smile is painted on her face...when her attire hides her pispositioned posture... no one knows that inside her smile does not exist... inside her world lies in mist...awaiting the fog to strangle her thoughts...for she is tired of the painted smile...and the laughter that her ears do not hear...