Three rings were in my circus,
Each in a different land,
A different act, a different set,
Each staged a different clown-
A slight resemblance and yet
Each would different be,
And should you meet me on the street
Not one of them is me.
This was written as the answer when asked how I arrived in Maryland, USA from Canada
Adeline Foster
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