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	<title>Poetry of Edgar Guest</title>
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		<title>The March o&#8217; Man</title>
		<description><![CDATA[Down to work o&#8217; mornings, an&#8217; back to home at nights, Down to hours o&#8217; labor, an&#8217; home to sweet delights ; Down to care an&#8217; trouble, an&#8217; home to love an&#8217; rest, With every day a good one, an&#8217; every evening blest. Down to dreary dollars, an&#8217; back to home to play, From love [...]<script type="text/javascript">SHARETHIS.addEntry({ title: "The March o&#8217; Man", url: "http://edgarguestpoetry.com/the-march-o-man/" });</script>]]></description>
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		<title>Father&#8217;s Chore</title>
		<description><![CDATA[My Pa can hit his thumbnail with a hammer and keep still; He can cut himself while shaving an&#8217; not swear ; If a ladder slips beneath him an&#8217; he gets a nasty spill He can smile as though he really didn&#8217;t care. But the pan beneath the ice-box when he goes to empty that [...]<script type="text/javascript">SHARETHIS.addEntry({ title: "Father&#8217;s Chore", url: "http://edgarguestpoetry.com/fathers-chore/" });</script>]]></description>
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		<title>A Lesson from Golf</title>
		<description><![CDATA[He couldn&#8217;t use his driver any better on the tee Than the chap that he was licking, who just happened to be me ; I could hit them with a brassie just as straight and just as far, But I piled up several sevens while he made a few in par; And he trimmed me [...]<script type="text/javascript">SHARETHIS.addEntry({ title: "A Lesson from Golf", url: "http://edgarguestpoetry.com/a-lesson-from-golf/" });</script>]]></description>
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		<title>The Right Family</title>
		<description><![CDATA[With time our notions allus change, An&#8217; years make old idees seem strange Take Mary there time was when she Thought one child made a family, An&#8217; when our eldest, Jim, was born She used to say, both night an&#8217; morn&#8217;: &#8221; One little one to love an&#8217; keep, To guard awake, an&#8217; watch asleep; [...]<script type="text/javascript">SHARETHIS.addEntry({ title: "The Right Family", url: "http://edgarguestpoetry.com/the-right-family/" });</script>]]></description>
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		<title>Tommy Atkins&#8217; Way</title>
		<description><![CDATA[He was battle-scarred and ugly with the marks of shot and shell, And we knew that British Tommy had a stirring tale to tell, So we asked him where he got it and what dis arranged his face, And he answered, blushing scarlet : &#8221; In a nawsty little place &#8221; There were medals on [...]<script type="text/javascript">SHARETHIS.addEntry({ title: "Tommy Atkins&#8217; Way", url: "http://edgarguestpoetry.com/tommy-atkins-way/" });</script>]]></description>
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		<title>The Doubtful To-Morrow</title>
		<description><![CDATA[Whenever I walk through God&#8217;s Acres of Dead I wonder how often the mute voices said : &#8221; I will do a kind deed or will lighten a sorrow Or rise to a sacrifice splendid to-morrow.&#8221; I wonder how many fine thoughts unexpressed Were lost to the world when they went to their rest; I [...]<script type="text/javascript">SHARETHIS.addEntry({ title: "The Doubtful To-Morrow", url: "http://edgarguestpoetry.com/the-doubtful-to-morrow/" });</script>]]></description>
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		<title>A Convalescin&#8217; Woman</title>
		<description><![CDATA[A convalescin&#8217; woman does the strangest sort o&#8217; things, An&#8217; it&#8217;s wonderful the courage that a little new strength brings; O, it&#8217;s never safe to leave her for an hour or two alone, Or you&#8217;ll find th&#8217; doctor&#8217;s good work has been quickly overthrown. There&#8217;s that wife o&#8217; mine, I reckon she&#8217;s a sample of [...]<script type="text/javascript">SHARETHIS.addEntry({ title: "A Convalescin&#8217; Woman", url: "http://edgarguestpoetry.com/a-convalescin-woman/" });</script>]]></description>
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		<title>The Change-Worker</title>
		<description><![CDATA[A feller don&#8217;t start in to think of himself, an&#8217; the part that he&#8217;s playin&#8217; down here, When there&#8217;s nobody lookin&#8217; to him fer support, an&#8217; he don&#8217;t give a thought to next year. His faults don&#8217;t seem big an&#8217; his habits no worse than a whole lot of others he knows, An&#8217; he don&#8217;t [...]<script type="text/javascript">SHARETHIS.addEntry({ title: "The Change-Worker", url: "http://edgarguestpoetry.com/the-change-worker/" });</script>]]></description>
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		<title>His Example</title>
		<description><![CDATA[There are little eyes upon you, and they&#8217;re watch ing night and day; There are little ears that quickly take in every word you say; There are little hands all eager to do everything you do, And a little boy that&#8217;s dreaming of the day he&#8217;ll be like you. You&#8217;re the little fellow&#8217;s idol, you&#8217;r* [...]<script type="text/javascript">SHARETHIS.addEntry({ title: "His Example", url: "http://edgarguestpoetry.com/his-example/" });</script>]]></description>
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		<title>The Common Joys</title>
		<description><![CDATA[These joys are free to all who live, The rich and poor, the great and low: The charms which kindness has to give, The smiles which friendship may bestow, The honor of a well-spent life, The glory of a purpose true, High courage in the stress of strife, And peace when every task is through. [...]<script type="text/javascript">SHARETHIS.addEntry({ title: "The Common Joys", url: "http://edgarguestpoetry.com/the-common-joys/" });</script>]]></description>
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