The Circus Is In Town . . .

While out and about this afternoon, I ran smack into a big clown face. As is sometimes the case with clowns, it was hard to say with any certainty whether he was really all that friendly. Or not. I couldn't decide whether the white strip at the lower right of his mouth was supposed to represent a cigarette dangling there. If so, this would be a fairly shady clown indeed, but then, clowns are often a bit ambiguous. . .
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There was a good reason for the clown being there . . . the circus was in town . . .
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