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Funny Girl
They call me a romantic
They say I wear it well
I am their entertainment
A funny girl, a swell
The clowning and the laughter
Fit me much like a glove
For fleeting hours forgetting
The hell of my dark love
I thought of Pagliacci
His greasepaint smeared with tears
You came to me raw branded
In flames of lust much seared
There was a tiny kernel
A diamond, oh, so rough
That melded us together
But it was not enough
Our love was like a circus
It came to town one day
With glossy candy apples
And then it went away
Today I watch the ‘carnies'
They raise thin cardboard walls
Where freaks and midgets frolic
Amusing one and all
They call me a romantic
They say I wear it well
I am their entertainment
A funny girl, a swell.
poem
by
Liilia Talts Morrison
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