Poems

Up to the ceiling
And down to the floor,
Hear him now squealing
And calling for more.
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She never closed her eyes in sleep till we were all in bed;
On party nights till we came home she often sat and read.
We little thought about it then, when we were young and gay,
How much the mother worried when we children were away.
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When we have lived our little lives and wandered all their byways through,
When we've seen all that we shall see and finished all that we must do,
When we shall take one backward look off yonder where our journey ends,
I pray that you shall be as glad as I shall be that we were friends.
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When all that matters shall be written down
And the long record of our years is told,
Where sham, like flesh, must perish and grow cold;
When the tomb closes on our fair renown
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MINE is a song of the average man
Who has been on earth since the world began!
You'll find him kind and you'll find him true,
You'll find him cheerful and happy, too.
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When Mrs. Malone got a letter from Pat
She started to read it aloud in her flat.
'Dear Mary,' it started, 'I can't tell you much,
I'm somewhere in France, and I'm fightin' the Dutch;
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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.
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The green is in the meadow and the blue is in the sky,
And all of Nature's artists have their colors handy by;
With a few days bright with sunshine and a few nights free from frost
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You ought to be fine for the sake of the folks
Who think you are fine.
If others have faith in you doubly you're bound
To stick to the line.
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IF no one ever went ahead,
If we had seen no friend depart
And mourned him for a while as dead,
How great would be our fear to start.
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