The man at the bus stop,
the perfect Blinky-The-Clown,
but with red, curly hair
extending out like fluffy
wings and the smooth bald spot,
not so spiffy in his gray sweats,
bouncing to and fro, left and right,
in a tremendous display of perpetual
motion, and I observe with shocking
alacrity that he is successfully
keeping time with the
Beethoven
Rondeau
ringing my ears
with joy.

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