the steady circus of my life
it's the beating of the big dog tail
and the little dog pacing strife
the budgie sings his telephone
then answers himself 'hello'?
the rain taps on the window
and the fire chatter-crackle-bellows
I am a clown and ringmaster
keeping time with all these arts
but I'm steadily wondering when it will cease
and pack-up the circus carts
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