Then there are the days
when I play the buffoon,
the juggler whose balls
come crashing to the floor
bringing tears to the crowd
of joy or sorrow, I cannot
hope to tell, for this day
I can only flail about,
the circus clown, and you
had best keep your distance
lest I break you as well.

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