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People liked him, not because He was rich or known to fame; He had never won applause As a star in any game. His was not a brilliant style,
Laughter sort o’ settles breakfast… Found it, somehow in my travels, c… When the hired help have riled me… An’ I’m bilin’ mad an’ cussin’ an… If the calf gets me to laughin’ wh…
They give their all, this Christm… Upon the snows of Flanders now, b… With ribbons red we deck our gifts… They give their lives that joy sha… They pass that all that makes for…
You can learn a lot from boys By the way they use their toys; Some are selfish in their care, Never very glad to share Playthings with another boy;
He didn’t seem to care for work, h… His speech was slow and commonplac… And yet until the war broke out yo… For nothing in his make-up or his… He seemed indifferent to the world…
I’d like to steal a day and be All alone with little me, Little me that used to run Everywhere in search of fun; Little me of long ago
My books and I are good old pals: My laughing books are gay, Just suited for my merry moods When I am wont to play. Bill Nye comes down to joke with…
A SCRAMBLE for gold, And a scurry for place, A brief pause for loving, A kiss, an embrace, A ring; then the altar,
I would not be too wise’so very wi… That I must sneer at simple songs… And let the glare of wisdom blind… To humble people and their humble… I would not care to climb so high…
When the young folks gather 'round… Singin’ all the latest songs gathe… Or they start the phonograph an’ s… An’ hold a little party dance, I’… Then I sorter settle back, plumb…
I was in St. Louis when their mys… From his dark, mysterious haunts t… None had ever seen his face and no… Yet they greeted him with cheers a… ‘Who is he?’ I asked of men, stan…
When e’er I ‘m sad, why then I ’m… To think that I ‘m no sadder; And when I ’m glad, I 'm a happy… To think none could be gladder.
The dreams of youth are fairest, The dreams of youth are rarest; The dreams of youth are brighter Than the dreams we’ll know again. Hope is the fairy weaver
Some struggle hard for worldly fam… Some toil to have an honored name, And some have great ambition. A few there are who strive that th… May save the heathen far away,
YOU never hear a woman boast Of her endurance, yet I vow The tiniest mite o’ a woman has More courage than a man, somehow. Lor’ bless me, when I hear a man
