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[catid] => 1
[aid] => mick
[title] => the circus
[time] => 2004-01-07 01:15:27
[hometext] => what can i say? it's my life..... i've never been to the circus.... lol
[bodytext] => I live at the circus but the other clowns are always laughing. Their house burns down they laugh. I can’t. I’m always redoing my ridiculous face with paints because the tears make a mess of it every time. They all know I’m not much of a clown but they won’t let me go because they fear I’ll be an even worse pedestrian. People in the streets have no paints. They don’t wear exaggerated red smiling lips but they too wear fake smiles. The clowns believe that I would be even worse at wearing THAT. They say I would be lonely without loud music without wild animals and without my clown friends but that’s what I yearn for. I know the real world isn’t much more real than my circus, but out there I might find another failed clown semi-real like myself. jan 06/04 [comments] => 1 [counter] => 174 [topic] => 43 [informant] => me [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 5 [ratings] => 1 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => oops )
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