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Aug 2
Eventually, the sky weeps
chubby gloppy drops

(clown tears)

And things change.

The leaves, for instance
go from green

to red, yellow, orange, and blue...
Maybe

like gumballs in a glass globe?

(25 cents, a twist, and a clink,
they're free.

But only for seconds before they're shredded
by teeth and masticated?)

That is(leaves, we're back to leaves), before they turn brown and die.
I guess it's what you'd call the long goodbye,

to summer, romance, and whatnot...


And oh yes!

Did you know I flunked out
of clown college?

They said I was funny,
just not

honk honk funny...
A whimsical word painting.
Whit Howland
Written by
Whit Howland
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     Chuck Kean and Carlo C Gomez
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