Poems ✍️
  01.06.2026
  15

Author: Adeline Foster

Clowns

~ Clowns


Three rings were in my circus,
Each in a different land,
A different act, a different set,
Each staged a different clown-
A slight resemblance and yet
Each would different be,
And should you meet me on the street
Not one of them is me.

Written in answer when asked how I arrived in Maryland, USA from Canada


  identity clowns self

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