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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=508299" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Dunce</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">At school I never gained a prize,<br>Proving myself the model ass;<br>Yet how I watched the wistful eyes,<br>And cheered my mates who topped the class.<br>No envy in my heart I found,<br>Yet bone was worthier to own<br>Those precious books in vellum bound,<br>Than I, a dreamer and a drone.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">No prize at school I ever gained<br>(Shirking my studies, I suppose):<br>Yes, I remember being caned<br>For lack of love of Latin prose.<br>For algebra I won no praise,<br>In grammar I was far from bright:<br>Yet, oh, how Poetry would raise<br>In me a rapture of delight!</div><div style="margin:10px 0">I never gained a prize at school;<br>The dullard's cap adorned my head;<br>My masters wrote me down a fool,<br>And yet - I'm sorry they are dead.<br>I'd like to go to them and say:<br>&quot;Yours is indeed a tricky trade.<br>My honoured classmates, where are they?<br>Yet I, the dunce, brave books have made.&quot;</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Oh, I am old and worn and grey,<br>And maybe have not long to live;<br>Yet 'tis my hope at some Prize Day<br>At my old school the Head will give<br>A tome or two of mine to crown<br>Some pupil's well-deserved success -<br>Proving a scapegrace and a clown<br>May win at last to worthiness.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Robert+William+Service">Robert William Service</a><div class=q>
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Proving myself the model ass;
Yet how I watched the wistful eyes,
And cheered my mates who topped the class.
No envy in my heart I found,
Yet bone was worthier to own
Those precious books in vellum bound,
Than I, ..."></div>
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