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The Clown Ride
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The Clown Ride |
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Corinne Member Ascendant
since 1999-10-28
Posts 5167state of confusion 
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The Clown Ride It’s a private ride in an exclusive park, but it is not amusing. Reservations are required. Many people take this trip at one time or another, some more than once. The kids won’t beg to ride this roller coaster, they won’t like this one at all. But they’ll be there. Sitting right behind you. Asking when it will stop. It ain’t Mr. Toad’s Wild Ride. While coasting briefly at the top, everything seems alright, but it’s a fast trip back down. Slow clickity clack on the uphill track, Whoosh of sound, coming back down. I know that this ride has an end, It must. I’ve made a promise that it does. After several revolutions, half-a-dozen solutions. No, my friend of same last name, we can’t let go, mid curve. All we can do is hold on, chip away at the answers, until this clown runs out of steam. © 2000 Corinne Bailey (in case I'm being too obtuse, this poem is about divorce) |
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Danny Holloway Member Elite
since 2000-01-15
Posts 2034Tulsa, OK |
Must admit I didn't get the meaning until I saw your note at the bottom. Then reread again and the picture came clear. An unpleasant ride I'm sure. I enjoy your writing, it is consistently good. DH |
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Denise
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Member Seraphic
since 1999-08-22
Posts 22648 |
One ride was enough for me, that's for sure! You've described it well, Corinne! Denise |
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