Clown Knows There was a blue poet from town. His nose so red he thought a clown. He juggled bottles to think, Drowned in his ink. His big shoes weighed him down. sck111214 Share this: Click to share on X (Opens in new window) X Click to share on Facebook (Opens in new window) Facebook Like Loading... Related
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