My first impulse is to write a poem using the word “laughter”. I do have to first state that one of my favorite things to hear is a baby’s laughter…a sound of the angels!
LaughterÂ
In the night the circus comes Â
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and with it brings a clown Â
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Don’t let laughter come out Â
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He’ll want to take you down Â
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Into the ring before you Â
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To make you seem a fool Â
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The creepy clown is laughing Â
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You’re acting like a tool. Â
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He thinks he’s being funny Â
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Although that isn’t right Â
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The only way to stop him Â
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Is to go home for the night.Â
©2020 CBialczak
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