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When the comedian is sad, who becomes the clown?
Jokes shared before depression came,
Look through perfect gags and through fame.
Crack ribs and let their pain drown,
With high voltage funny words,
And loosen all tightened girds.
Speak life to hearts broken and damp eyes,
Dance when necessary, act is key,
When home, pull off the happy disguise,
No counter vibes on stage, a decree.
So if you ever get gloomy, dear clown,
And there’s no where to scream or one to blame,
Wear a disguise, laugh when you hear your name,
Watch and sit while the stage is stripped of words,
Act as art has spelt your joy in crosswords.
LARDO
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