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In the corner she’s left the mecha… On the chair is her Teddy Bear fi… The things that I thought she wou… Don’t seem to be quite in her line… There’s the flaxen-haired doll tha…
The miser thinks he’s living when… The soldier calls it living when h… The sailor thinks it living to be… And upon this vital subject no two… But I hold to the opinion, as I w…
SAY, Mister Carpenter, you know,… I guess your Pa and Ma forgot to… An’ I can’t come here any more to… Coz my Pa says a man like you ain… You 'member yesterday, when you wa…
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,…
If you would rise above the throng And seek the crown of fame, You must do more than drift along And merely play the game. Whatever path your feet may tread,
Ma has every confidence in Pa, She says she knows he always does… He’s not at all like some folks’ h… Whose conduct very often is a frig… She says that she can trust him an…
Most folks, as I’ve noticed, in p… Are always expecting too much out… They wail an’ they fret Just because they don’t get The best o’ the sunshine, the fair…
She never closed her eyes in sleep… On party nights till we came home… We little thought about it then, w… How much the mother worried when w… We only knew she never slept when…
If you can smooth his path a bit, Bring laughter to his worried face… Restore today his stock of grit And help him all his troubles chas… If you can speak one word of prais…
There never comes a lonely day but… Of those who used to walk with us… We seldom miss the earthly great’t… But, as the years go racing by, we… The chair wherein he used to sit r…
JUST now I think I 'd like to be At the river’s brink Beneath a tree, And stretched out flat
UNDER a tree where the breezes b… There is the spot that it’s good t… With the children bronzed by the… Bubbling with laughter and wholeso… And I gather them round—all the h…
SHE wants to go unto the shore, And pack her trunk With gowns no one has seen before, And all such junk. But I would seek some far off pla…
The old days, the old days, how of… The days of hope at dewy morn, the… The days when every mead was fair,… And every maiden wore a smile, and… The days when dreams were golden a…
Bill Jones, who goes to school wi… Is the saddest boy I ever see. He’s just so 'fraid he runs away When all of us fellows want to pla… An’ says he dassent stay about