Cally A. Nixon
Rodeo Clown - Poem by Cally A. Nixon
I am dressed,
in my big overalls...
Being thrown everwhere,
and squished against the walls.
I am like a ragdoll,
to the bull with big horns...
While little bulls poke me,
with little tiny thorns.
Ten seconds in the areana,
may seem like an hour...
When that bull is crashing down on you,
with all of that power.
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