Clowns
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Adeline Foster
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Three rings were in my circus,
Each in a different land,
A different act, a different set,
Each staged a different clown-
A slight resemblance and yet
Each would different be,
And should you meet me on the street
Not one of them is me.
Written in answer when asked how I arrived in Maryland, USA from Canada
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