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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=374797" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>The Germ</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">I took to khaki at a word, <br>And fashioned dreams of wonder. <br>I rode the great sea like a bird, <br>Chock full of blood and thunder. <br>I saw myself upon the field <br>Of battle, framed in glory, <br>Compelling stubborn foes to yield <br>As captives to my sword and shield— <br>This is another story. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">We sat about in sun and sand, <br>We broke old Cairo's images, <br>Met here and there a swarthy band <br>In little, friendly scrimmages, <br>And here it is I start to kid <br>No Moslem born can hit me. <br>The Germ then that had long laid hid <br>Came out of Pharaoh's pyramid, <br>And covertly he bit me. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">For some few days I wore an air <br>Of pensive introspection, <br>And then I curled down anywhere. <br>They whispered of infection, <br>And hoist me on two sticks as though <br>I bore the leper's label, <br>And took me where, all in a row <br>Of tiny beds, two score or so <br>Were raising second Babel; </div><div style="margin:10px 0">But no man talked to any one. <br>And no bloke knew another. <br>This soldier raved about his gun, <br>And that one of his mother. <br>They were the victims of the Germ, <br>The imp that Satan pricks in, <br>First cousin to the Coffin Worm, <br>Whose uncomputed legions squirm <br>Some foul, atomic Styx in. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">The Germ rides with the plunging shell, <br>Or on the belts that fret you, <br>Or in a speck of dust may well <br>One thousand years to get you; <br>Well ambushed in a tunic fold <br>He waits his special mission, <br>And never lad so big and bold <br>But turns to water in his hold <br>And dribbles to perdition. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Where is war's pomp and circumstance, <br>The gauds in which we prank it? <br>Germ ends for us our fine romance, <br>Wrapped in a dingy blanket. <br>We set out braggartly in mirth, <br>World's bravest men and tallest, <br>To do the mightiest thing on earth, <br>And here we're lying, nothing worth, <br>Succumbent to the smallest!</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Edward+George+Dyson">Edward George Dyson</a><div class=q>
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And fashioned dreams of wonder. 
I rode the great sea like a bird, 
Chock full of blood and thunder. 
I saw myself upon the field 
Of battle, framed in glory, 
Compelling stubborn foes to yield 
As captives to my sword ..."></div>
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