The circus at midnightA Poem by Call Me BluClowns are already creepy....A tent looming over the feild When stepping inside you are drawn aback There stands before you A circus drawn with pen A black and white show of detail Trapeeze artists swing from their knees As they reach out at you Begging for you to join them Acrobats circling you Flipping and twisting around Soon you are covered in a whirlwind of circus Somewhere you hear a tiger snarl And a whip crack You search desperatley for a way out Find nothing but a swirl of black and white © 2011 Call Me BluAuthor's Note
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1 Review Added on January 13, 2011 Last Updated on February 2, 2011 AuthorCall Me BluAt the end of the rainbowAboutIm on twitter! Add me, Thecookie1998! You don't hafta, but watevsers. My name is hannah and I'm only twelve but I've been through alot. Bad friends, bad people. I got my second chance on here and I ho.. more..Writing
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