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- Age 26
- Conisbrough UK.
- Seen Jan 16, 2011
One day the clown cried....
You would of thought his friend had died...
He was angry yet sad....
It drove the children mad....
He didn't make jokes...
Angry fists from the blokes....
He left the room...
Like a fleeing groom....
The truth to be told....
His hand in a hold....
For he killed....
Now it was time to pay the bill.
Basically, The Clown was a muderer and he was a party and felt guilty, Then the Old bill got him.
You would of thought his friend had died...
He was angry yet sad....
It drove the children mad....
He didn't make jokes...
Angry fists from the blokes....
He left the room...
Like a fleeing groom....
The truth to be told....
His hand in a hold....
For he killed....
Now it was time to pay the bill.
Basically, The Clown was a muderer and he was a party and felt guilty, Then the Old bill got him.
