The show must go on.

The show must go on.

A Poem by andrew mitchell

When your guise
for disguise
buys
you a smile,

your guise
for disguise
dries
on your cries,

in your guise
for disguise
lies the eyes
of a child.

The clown.

© 2017 andrew mitchell


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Added on March 18, 2017
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andrew mitchell
andrew mitchell

adelaide, Australia



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