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THE CLOWN'S BABY |
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T was on the western frontier,—
The miners, rugged and brown, Were gathered round the posters, The circus had come to town! The great tent shone in the darkness Like a wonderful palace of light, And rough men crowded the entrance,- Shows didn't come every night! Not a woman's face among them;
Many a face that was bad,
And some that were only vacant,
And some that were very sad.
And behind a canvas curtain,
In a corner of the place,
The clown, with chalk and vermillion,
Was " making up " his face.
A weary looking woman
With a smile that still was sweet, Sewed on a little garment, With a cradle at her feet. Pantaloon stood ready and waiting, It was time for the going on; But the clown in vain searched wildly,- The " property baby " was gone! 40 |
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