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Saturday I go to town, Can't wait to see the clowns. Their faces all covered in paint, Kids laugh, men snarl, women faint. They do all kinds of tricks, With barrels, balls and sticks. Clothes are colorful and baggy, Hair unkept, looking shaggy. They tumble, laugh and fall, They're usually at the mall. They tell a lot of funny jokes, For the enjoyment of all the folks. They have a big red nose, They pretend to sleep in a doze. They wear giant floppy shoes, Hoping all the people will be amused. But of all that clowns do, My favorite part is when they drive a cart!
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