Three rings were in my circus, <br />Each in a different land, <br />A different act, a different set, <br />Each staged a different clown- <br />A slight resemblance and yet <br />Each would different be, <br />And should you meet me on the street <br />Not one of them is me. <br /> <br />This was written as the answer when asked how I arrived in Maryland, USA from Canada<br /><br />Adeline Foster<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/clowns-5/
