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44 Paris : Is It? An interesting experience Mirroring my youthful days When sheepishness pushed me in the heart, The heart of a desert, so deserted That not even a date was in sight Turning all one possessed as vision, A weird wide world to come A dream come reality, Thought, then real fiction Constituting the funniest of all fun From a clown whose only wisdom Resided in the clattering of the ribs of his entourage At all stages. Today’s greatest desire is : give To those thinking my kind naïve That illusion Making ‘em lose their brains Having a laugh, saying : “This fool is the worst sand grain, On him one cannot build.” But the duty of a clown? Create your dependence On his acts for your lungs’ health. And doing this consciously For the clown is lively ’Cause it be strange, In these dying days of our age, Replica of reason’s age Having difficulties spotting “Idiots” hidden prime role; Desiring to test The wisdom of the wise. The thought of the masses Nowhere constitutes a balance sheet Of universal wisdom and truth Though one in this lot discarded Idiot may hold the truth. ...

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