What of the man who makes money from clowns?
I can still smell the empty theatre,
Once full now still full,
Memories inhabit,
Good times that last only as long as they do,
Warm beers,
Small paychecks,
The hollowness of applause that rings only in a moment of time,
Time ended,
But only for me,
Maybe I am back somewhere between the obvious and the oblique,
Maybe mad,
Maybe wanting attention,
Maybe wretchedly frail,
Maybe
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