Jokers Right, Clowns LeftA Poem by Cassandra
You read me like a book, you say,
to which I have to laugh. What’s there to glean from empty pages; don’t you understand? I’m a master of my craft.It’s a game of play pretend. With my bag of tricks, and some joker’s quick wit, Though now, it’s the clown being played.I bring the crowd their kicks. But I’d gladly condescend to claim, you know the face behind the name. © 2016 CassandraAuthor's Note
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