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Tyler Steven Clark

Tyler Steven Clark

Fun house mirror

Never go to the circus
You wont return the same
My image is ruined
and a tent is to blame
I entered fit
Great looking guy
But returned home so ugly
My mom had to cry
My back was all hunched
On my face was a sneer
Ill never again
Trust a fun house mirror

(2014)

#CircusShort #Funny

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