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The cock-eyed chirpy clown
a clone, clodhopping and clopping to the closure in the cloistered town seeking payment from the cocky clockmaker with a crooked clipboard to count his cents in a black coded box, that he clutched in a clutch bag he carried on a coat hanger with his cocked hat slanting cock-eyed to confuse the creditors, claiming cash or carry in cents for payment for the crocked clocks he sold them. Constable Clarence with a frown about to collapse in confusion tries to clown around with the clone to corroborate his statement that the clock was stolen and not sold as a crock, but a bribe to confuse that is viewed as corruption causing contempt if caught. Catch me if you can said the clown. I'm not the clone.
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