Me writing about being robbed by a guy disguised as a clown.

"Now it is my turn," said the second clown.

The next morning, he was awoken by two clowns who escorted him into another room in the mansion.

A poem about a clown when he went to town.

Wasn’t really sober one night and this poem came to me.

Written to celebrate Lindsay Ontario 125 anniversary.

The tears behind the laughter…

Every moment in time makes us who we are, even the sad moments.

A scary story.

I am left alone but my house is my warm home full of fond memories left behind.