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Coco the clown

Coco the clown

Dressed up in joviality, top to toe looking bemused....baggy breeches, colossal shoes, he keeps the children amused
His job is to entertain in the big top rings... one can watch him at the circus with all the fun that he brings

With his bright red nose & a white painted face... he turns his frown upside down to make him appear a cheerful case.... but he has to pretend he’s always happy coz kiddies want a laughing chappy, he can’t let his mask down.... it would be a disgrace....

As he marches in a circle he is the leader of his band with two large loud cymbals banging in his hand....then he pulls out his water pistol tho it resembles a flower.... squirting all the front row he gives the little’uns a shower.... roll up everybody there’s a circus in your town.... with acrobats, fire-eaters & Coco the clown

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Jill Tait

Yes I feel clowns are full
of pretence  luv xxx thanks hunnybun xxx???

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A Lonely Journey

Hi Jillsbury Doughgirl, 
That was very warm, and nostalgic, and wonderful. Great job!! 
I like how you write about all things. 
I like clowns(I've often been called one, so I think it's a compliment). I like when a thousand of them get out of that little car. It must be so stuffy for them in there before they get out, yet they still have a smile on their faces...it's almost as if the smile is painted on there. 

Matthew Pennywise. 

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Jill Tait

Haha yes me too I find clowns magical Matthew thanks yet again I reckon u r my biggest fan on Cosmo ????

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A Lonely Journey

Do English people really say 'reckon'??!! I flabbergasted(dang flabber!). lol. 
I reckon I am, also, but you just put stuff out there about all aspects of life, and some is fun, and some is wonderfully touching, and...sometimes you say reckon...and I like that!! Always keep writing what you think of, because you're great! 

Your friend, 
Matthew. 

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Jill Tait

Wow What can I say to those wonderfully
kind words!!! I reckon you are soo kind & I thank you from the bottom of my getting older heart❤️?❤️

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A Lonely Journey

You're welcome, Jillian, but you don't have to thank me, just keep writing, you bring a great deal of joy to this site! 

Matthew. 

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Jill Tait

Ohh honestly do u really reckon I bring joy!!! Oh my well I luv that thought shugs Im so pleased now xxx now what else can lil ol’e me write about now haha xxx

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A Lonely Journey

Yes, you do! 
You could write about 'shugs' because I have no idea what they are. 
Are they those chubby, slimy bugs that are out in the rain, and stick to your arm sometimes? 
Just get writing, young lady! 

Matthew. 

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Jill Tait

Man thats slugs lol shugs is a expression of err affection I reckon lol xxx

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A Lonely Journey

Ohh!! 
If you say reckon again, I'm going to hire you as a Sheriff in a remote Western town, so you can take care of the bad guys with your six-shooter! LOL. 

M. 

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Jill Tait

(Jill shuts her big gob) 

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A Lonely Journey

I'm kidding!! 
I like when you say reckon. It just seems odd from a Northumbrian. Try cheerio! lol. 

M. 

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A Lonely Journey

And what's a gob? 
I'm not sure if you complimented yourself, or criticized yourself. LOL. 
You're fun. 
Thanks. 
M. 

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