Killer ClownsA Poem by Tina KlineThere on the side of the road
Leering in the dark Distorted laughter in the night Aren't they supposed to be funny? But I'm not laughing now Pale hands reaching for me I stumble - Wildly I flee If they be Clowns - They come from Hell In their grip - I crumble - Sick The madness in me swells I see Satan in their eyes These Clowns - Here to acquire Souls Is it too late? - Too late to realize? © 2010 Tina KlineReviews
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5 Reviews Added on August 13, 2010 Last Updated on August 13, 2010 AuthorTina KlineORAboutWhen Venus gets too close catfish have been known to come up out of the water onto the shore, feed awhile, then go back in. It's business as usual in the Apocalypse. And business is very good right.. more..Writing
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