<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=577746" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>The Pierrot's Narrative</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">'I was a high wire artist with a circus<br>I kicked my legs in the air, hung over Death <br>My aunt's a thirteenth cousin to Camilla' <br>The girl announced. 'I'm terribly well bred.'</div><div style="margin:10px 0">`I seen you Saturday last at the supermarket <br>Fillin shoppers' bags, ' the small boy said. <br>`My ma says not to believe a word you tell me-<br>Says you're a crack-pot, not right in the head.'</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Off went the girl with a toss of her golden mane <br>Like a circus lion, melting into a sieve<br>Her face as white's a Pierrot, lips like thunder <br>Not every grown up fits her narrative</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Sheena+Blackhall">Sheena Blackhall</a><div class=q> <img src="https://www.citatepedia.ro/g/32share.png" style="float:left" alt="Share"> <script type="text/javascript" src="//s7.addthis.com/js/300/addthis_widget.js#pubid=citatepedia" async="async"></script><div style="display:inline-block" class="addthis_sharing_toolbox" data-url="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=577746" data-title="The Pierrot's Narrative de Sheena Blackhall" data-description="'I was a high wire artist with a circus I kicked my legs in the air, hung over Death My aunt's a thirteenth cousin to Camilla' The girl announced. 'I'm terribly well bred.' `I seen you Saturday last at the supermarket Fillin shoppers' bags, ' ..."></div> </div> </div>

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