Titter at the jester as he jocosely takes your hand while the spectators applaud savagely almost as if it were planned. He guides you to the center stage of the big top - for all to see You're now the center of attention under this superbly coloured marquee. Brilliant spotlights surround you for...the circus is in town! The tent is packed with excitement and you have become their clown. Your frightened face gets painted and adorned with a large red nose on your head, an unusual wig is placed and you're fitted with tattered clothes. Anticipating your performance a hush falls over the crowd The once bright lights - now are dimmed the music's playing remarkably loud. The juggling act will be easy you won't even miss a beat but it's just an introduction to a spectacular, daring feat. You're expected to walk the tightrope that's stretched taut above the ground Keeping your balance from beginning, to end while both your eyes are bound. The audience stirs with enthusiasm as you teeter above their heads Nervousness overwhelms you as you stand frozen upon this thread. Blindly, you reach the finish onlookers holler, and cheer They proceed with a standing ovation oblivious to your powerful fear. The jester once again approachs and leads you back to your seat He bows, and offers his gratitude The circus is now complete.
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