Cloned clowns

It is us on the bus and Gus

Presses the pedal for gas

Rust care is a must

A quarter and two bills

Pay my fare, only fair

When will they open the fair?

I declare

Cloned many clowns

Cotton clouds

Proud without doubts

Coming to join us running crowds

Until night, I might bring you flowers

Just to feel delight

Photo by State Library and Archives of Florida Photo by frank-hl Photo by Mark Ramsay