Once upon a clown's face
a sad expression spread
it talked of oppression
it chatted wearily of death
there were no other mimes
who could show a mimic
so vivid that three times
she thought of limits
to life to joy to man
all that she held dear ran
down in a total blur
the tears of the farceur
streamed out so blunt
due to humanity's runt
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