Shinning And Stirring: The Stars And The Text:

There used to be a clown ghost. A time ago. 
He wore big shoes.
He was tall.
He ate cinnamon rolls.
He plenty of them.

Stalking the lands. Where ever. He passed and passed by. It was his hand gestures that always left us speechless.

In ways that only kept the broom neater.
Ghosts very popular in any place i've lived. 
I seen him once with a criminal at hand. One big hand after another swating the idiot.
In plain daylight!

He also had a giant cinnamon roll!
He ate continuously while attacking.
His name was Ghoster Clown. His other name Clowns Briggles1
He smiled and he wepted openly. "It's not any days like these he said."

On the time i seen him. He performed many stunning moves towards the enemy!
Crushing. Slamming. The scene ended up in violence galore. It was out in the country. This was normal for him for a time. 

Then he disappeared.

Some said he died in crime. 
Some said he died of a broken heart.
Some said other ways of expressing.
None of those to remember.
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Then he reappeared.
In this life.
On this continent.
Frightening as he ever was.
Now the world is gone he says these days.
Now and now.
So sad.
God help me he says.
God help me and let me be.

As a clown may appear. It's reflection always seems to tingle.

Then in the other life I didn't go near. You couldn't. His presence was too much.
He'd break his own arm before hitting the enemy.

Crying unmercifully don't hate me. Arm broke.
Clown makeup running down. Over 6 feet 1 inch.
A clown makes what a clown makes he used to say. And I hear he says that these days.
Ain't gonna be a clown no more!

He says that too.

He and others are known for quoting song lyrics and that is always as it has been.
It's the longing he always says."
These days often."

If the right moment strikes and it's under the moon then all stars in the right postion?

When that ghost held his own hand in the car and you saw then didn't you weep as you scared away!

Basking over a bowl noodles it was often then all talks. Ghosts and ghosts and wear is my handbag.
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It bittled and the winter cold hit brite."
It hit brightly."
It hit suddenly."
Over to over."

Clowns Briggles said this.