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When we have lived our little live… When we’ve seen all that we shall… When we shall take one backward lo… I pray that you shall be as glad a… Time was we started out to find th…
The Summer girl In peek-a-boos And open hose And narrow shoes, Now trips along
COME, open your door, there’s a… Who is eager to wish you a Happy… He rings at the bell and he’s read… ‘The New Year is in and the old y… And long may you prosper and long…
Who has a troop of romping youth About his parlour floor, Who nightly hears a round of cheer… When he is at the door, Who is attacked on every side
(Who had “Return if Possible” Or… “You’ve heard a good deal of the t… wires,” he said as we sat at our e… And talked of the struggle that’s… lives in these terrible days o’er…
They spoke it bravely, grimly, in… They spoke it when their hope was… We heard it from the dying in thos… And they breathed it as their slog… Now the days of strife are over, a…
THERE’S a place for you at the… Are you willing to try to get it? It’s true that trouble will try to… Your efforts, but will you let it? The road is long and the path is r…
Pinker than the roses that enrich… Splashing in the bath tub or just… Nothing in the skies above or eart… As fascinating to me as a baby’s l… Every toe a rosebud, on a chubby,…
MARK TWAIN is dead! No, no, t… Say rather Clemens knows life’s m… Say rather Clemens has been calle… But Twain still lives for all the… Mark Twain is dead! 'T is false,…
HE has not lived in vain If men can say When he has passed away: “He labored not for gain.’ If one can truly say:
He wiped his shoes before his door… But ere he entered he did more; ’Twas not enough to cleanse his fe… Of dirt they’d gathered in the str… He stood and dusted off his mind
HE’D made a fortune out of stocks… He 'd hoarded up a store of gold,… But still he sighed alone and talk… And mentioned to his dearest frien… Within his mansion big and warm he…
I would rather see a Mason, than… I would rather one would walk with… The eye’s a better pupil and more… Fine counsel is confusing, but exa… And the best of all the Masons ar…
YOU don’t weigh more than thirty… Your legs are little, plump and fa… And yet you patter on your rounds The whole day long within our flat… Yes, ceaselessly, you come and go,
Tell me, what is half so sweet As a baby’s tiny feet, Pink and dainty as can be, Like a coral from the sea? Talk of jewels strung in rows,