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The first clown I had the misfortune of meeting,
in the fleshlike, at the Baraboo Circus,
had breath that smelled like a combination of formaldehyde and rotten prune juice,
and his eyes were as yellow as his teeth.
My parents agreed.
They sent me to bed with lots of supper,
three cookies, a glass of warm milk,
and 20 milligrams of Valium.
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