Foolish clown matter


I... Am a clown

But not that kind 

Of clown

I'm a backwards sort

With an inside fown

My smile might bright

A room with sight

But I still cry

Deep down inside

I work to heal

My backward thoughts

Yet I still know

They are my cross

Humbled, yes

Fearful too

I'm choosing love

To heal this fool




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