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No star danced when I was born
Or if it did none but a sentry angel
Long fallen, bored seven leagues deep,
Could see it from a hole so far down
The night sky showed itself

At five minutes before one
On a Friday afternoon in Spring.
Ringling's Circus was just starting a show
Across the street. Clowns shouted
As they always do, "Here we are again!"
Had I the wit I'd have cried to them
"Me too. How was the world without me?"