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I wrote this a few years ago while sitting at my desk on a countdown to my retirement. 

The Clown Effect

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The beaming  smile

spreads its wings

in rays of sunshine,

as it flies through

a  ring of darkness.

Smelting

sullen faces.

Melting,

moulding gloom.

Chortling

roaring laughter,

from the antics

of the clown.