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Sounds of a Parade
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2002 Poetry The parade goes marching by
And the sunlight's in my eye
I can hardly see what's in front of me
It's just too bright for me to see
I hear the sound of marching bands
And the slapping sound of clapping hands
But the sun's so bright I'm blind to it all
Though the rest of the crowd is having a ball
Me and my squinting could have stayed home
For the sun's as bright as polished chrome
I think I wasted my time to be here
Though I wish to my vision this parade would appear
It would be fun to see what the parade has to show
But I have to listen and guess what I know
From other times when I could see
The parade marching in front of me
I guess I made a big mistake
Although I never catch a break
It would have been nice and really neat
If I had chosen the other side of the street
