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Under the Greasepaint Off centered red nose On a face of white paint, Wit of the devil, Heart of a saint. In one hand a pen Quilled and well used, The ink that soon flows Does keep one amused. Acting his passion, Clowning his need, Popcorn and movies An oft treasured treat. Solo for now 'Neath the comforter down, All snuggled up Yet nary a frown. 'Cause he has a friend That lives by the sea, A blue eyed companion, One gold scaled fishee. |
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