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Dead Clown On the Pavement

That silly clown,
Is laughing loud
With his red red hair
And his red red mouth
But is it sobbing that I hear?
And did I just spot a tear?

That crazy clown,
Always grinning,
Dashing ‘round
Balloons, they’re spinning
Between the acts of a puppet play
the scent of booze drifts my way

A flash
A crash
His final show


Dead clown on the pavement


Muffled sobs and quiet gazes
Moon white roses and teary faces
Boring pastors, burning candles
And memories of happy places.

No one claimed to have seen it coming:
Blind to his internal longings.
They all thought the cop had lied,
When he mentioned suicide...


Dead clown on the pavement

Door: Sarah | 10-07-2009 11:38

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't Is eigenlijk meer bedoeld als een liedje dan als gedicht...

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