Cryptic Clown.

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Cryptic Clown.

Paint on a smile and brighten the colorful lines.

But still see the mystery in her eyes.

Something dark and sinister as hell.

Something hidden behind a cloudy veil.

Can you see it?

Can you tell?

Theres something different.

Something Cryptic about this joker clown.

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A poem begins as a lump in the throat, a sense of wrong, a homesickness, a lovesickness. It finds the thought and the thought finds the words.

Robert Frost (1875-1963) American Poet.

ChaoticStorm’s Poems (23)

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A Chance? 6
Shit Faced 5
Not Looking Back 1
To Tell the Truth 0
Pain 0
Gone 0
Gone 1
Dead 0
Shade of Black 1
With All Your Honesty 2
Metalic Suicide 0
Promise 1
I Hate You 1
Sleuth 0
Frozen 1
Guilty 2
I'm not sorry 0
Sorrowful 1
Just to get by. 3
Cryptic Clown. 0
Her. 1
Chaotic Storm 0
Words of Truth. 0