The Poll (a poem)

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By John Kaufman 

I polled myself-- a single throng-- 
With two choices--right or wrong? 

When wrong was loud and right was soft, 
Wrong was the one I held aloft. . . 

But then I saw it wasn't right-- 
The crowd went quiet; the voice was mine.

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