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This Purple Clown
I see him again
That unmistakable shadow
That sight
Simply irks me
He whizzes past me
That smell
Lingering in the air
Suffocating
He is here again
Wearing his purple shirt
Slinging that purple bag
In a purple mood
His voice
Makes my hair stand
Vibrations in my eardrums
Deafening
I become purple
From the sight of him
Absolutely ridiculous
His every step
Destructive
Leaving a stain
Young he may be
Funny still
This purple clown
