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The Poor Old Cannon

 Upbroke the sun 
In red-gold foam; 
Thus spoke the gun 
At the Soldier's Home:

"Whenever I hear 
Blue thunder speak 
My voice sounds clear 
But little and weak.
"And when the proud Young cockerels crow My voice sounds loud, But gentle and low.
"When the mocking-bird Prolongs his note I cannot be heard Though I split my throat.

by Elinor Wylie
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