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I wandered lonely as a cloud That floats on high o'er D.B. Marg, When all at once I saw a crowd, A bunch of smug Delegates; Beside the Campal Children's Park, Their Passes shining in the dark.
Continuous as the stars that shine And twinkle on the milky way, They stretched in never-ending line To get into the INOX gate: One thousand saw I at a glance, And here I was without a Pass.
The police beside them frowned; but they Out-did the frowning police in glee: A Delegate could not but be gay, In such Pass-worthy company: I gazed--and gazed--but little thought What time the show was going to start:
For oft, when on my couch I lie In vacant or in pensive mood, I watch TV with drowsy eye Which is the bliss of solitude; And then my heart no longer waits, But dances with the Delegates.
-------- With apologies to William Wordsworth 1770-1850
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