I am your Clown.
by robert a mahrling
Saturday, April 27, 2002
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Why do they lie to your face as oyu criy.
Laffing & snickering the unwanted bickering,
ecoing through my head as i sleep.
Clown's,Clown's painted over frouns,images
wandering thrugh my mind.No one know's of
thous secrets i keep locked away for the final
day,but me & my clown's well keep.
I am a clown concealing my frown's for this is
wat you make of me.You dont care you dont even have feeling as long as i put on the clown,it's no big deal,the clown is wat you made me.
im not smiling,the clown is contimplating you demise,,fear me,fear the clown for i am your clown. |
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| Reviewed by Rebbecca Seifert |
5/8/2002 |
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i think we can all relate, you know, i really hate clowns!! that is why in life, we stive to be around people who accept us for who we are and not who they want us to be.
love ya
becca |
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| Reviewed by Kathy (Aislin) Bailey |
5/6/2002 |
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i love your dark pieces. but, i hate clowns too. nice write.
love you
aunty butt head |
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| Reviewed by Masarat Daud (Reader) |
4/28/2002 |
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| Yups, I know what you mean. This is a great piece robert...and jeez, I just don't like clowns at all. It all seems so fake :S |
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| Reviewed by Kristian Mahrling-Harding |
4/28/2002 |
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one of your darker pieces. no wonder your aunt kai is so phoebic of clowns.
love you
mom |
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