My Love for Parades

Hidden in the recesses it stayed,

Tucked safely away in the shade,

And for years it withered and greyed,

Worried if my secret was relayed,

Judgement would lob like a grenade,

Until suddenly I was no longer afraid,

To admit my love for the old-fashioned parade.

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