Wednesday, January 17, 2007

Flies

He flies higher than usual
He looks down
He feels smaller
He has a big red nose
Oh, glorious clown
The white suit straps tight
The rope cuts loose
Velocity's friend is insanity's horse
Flat on the ground
On a heap of ants
Funny red legs, oh glorious clown.

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