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A Dying Child

A Dying Child

I saw a twinkle in his eye  

how strange for someone who soon will die

Then a smile on his face
how strange for such a place

He laughed and giggled as I walked by
how strange for someone who soon will die

For just a moment I can cure his ills
without the use of medicine or pills

How strange for someone who soon will die
excuse me now, I think I’ll cry.

– Moe the Clown

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Computer nerd by day, professional clown on evenings and weekends (Raynbow), who combines the two by maintaining a bunch of websites dedicated to the history and performances of clowning, such as Free Clown Skits, and comedy such as Best Clean Funny Jokes.
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