Tuesday, February 10, 2015

Mr. Clown

I wonder if you remember when you were unhappy in your crib, and I would make a doll dance on the railing. A clown, remember? Oh, what a wild dance he would do. And you laughed and laughed, and laughed till you slept. That was yesterday, many years ago. Now, where have you gone, my son? How is it that such worlds can vanish?

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