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Born in August 20, 1881 / Died in August 5, 1959 / United States / English

Poems by Edgar Albert Guest

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Out Of It All

...   The world shall be better when they shall have passed ...

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Thoughts Of A Soldier

...   The Stars and Stripes o'er men shall wave ...

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What Sort Of A Friend Are You?

... Do you stick when his days are glum, ...

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Effort

... "Oh, it doesn't make much difference what is written on your card," ...

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Safe Conduct

... The conscience never troubles us when we have done what's right, ...

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Other’s Successes

... Though he falls in the thick and the heat of the fray, ...

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The Age Of Ink

... This year we're going to write with ink!" ...

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A Breach Of Friendship

... "What, Brown," she screamed, "that low-down thing ...

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Just Folks

...   An' checks our tongues when they'd go trailin' ...

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A Bear Story

... An' said "Woof! Woof!" which meant "Look out!" ...

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The Truth About Envy

... But one can't have a stock of flowers ...

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Roses And Sunshine

...   Knowing not what's ahead but still doing my best ...

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Runner McGee: (Who Had "Return if Possible" Orders)

... Then we stuck to our trench an' we stuck to our guns ...

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The Junk Box

...   He searched the junk box through and through ...

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Out Of The Day

... Wrongs that loom through the dead of night ...