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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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There Will Always Be Something To Do

... There will always be tears through the future years, ...

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The Man Who Couldn't Save

... That he'd robbed from his wife and his girls and his boys ...

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A Wonderful World

... It's a wonderful world, full of wonderful things, ...

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The March Of Mortality

... They have lived through their days and years for the great rewards to be, ...

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Riches

... Had brought them smiles when they were bowed with care, ...

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Vacation Time

... Their little minds with plans are filled ...

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The June Couple

... You must prove your love worth while, ...

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Story-Time

...   From little lips when nights are cold, ...

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Toys And Life

... Hide the train of cars and skates, ...

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The Perfect Dinner Table

... Four big round eyes that dance with glee, ...

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An Old-Fashioned Welcome

... And then your eyes meet friendly eyes, and wide the door goes flinging ...

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The Hunter

... Whence shall come brave hearts and stout muscles, when ...

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Growing Down

...   And wisdom seemed lifes brightest crown ...

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Hard Work

... Has wrought great havoc with men's souls, ...

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The Lonely Old Fellow

... And so for the friends that have vanished, the friends that they tell me are dead, ...