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At The Parade

 I cannot flap a flag
 Or beat a drum;
Behind the mob I lag
 With larynx dumb;
Alas! I fear I'm not
 A Patriot.
With acrid eyes I see The soul of things; And equal unto me Are cooks and kings; I would not cross the street A duke to meet.
Oh curse me for a fool To be so proud; To stand so still and cool Amid the crowd.
For President or Peer God, let me cheer! But no, despite the glee My heart is cold; I think that it may be Because I'm old; I'm dumb where millions yell .
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Oh what the hell!

Poem by Robert William Service
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