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  • To G. M. W. And G. F. W

    Whenas, (I love that "whenas" word,
    It shows I am a poet, too,) ...
  • The Poor Boy's Christmas
    Observe, my child, this pretty scene,
    And note the air of pleasure keen
    With which the widow's orphan boy
    Toots his tin horn, his only toy. ...
  • A St. Valentine's Day Tragedy
    Oh! Montmorency Vere de Vere,
    To think that one I held so dear
    Should use a base deceiver's art
    To trifle with my loving heart. ...
  • To Kate. ( In Lieu Of A Valentine )
    Sweet Love and I had oft communed;
    We were, indeed, great friends,
    And oft I sought his office, near
    Where Courtship Alley ends. ...
  • Judgment Day
    Saint Peter stood, at Heaven's gate,
    All souls claims to adjudicate
    Saying to some souls, 'Enter in!'
    'Go to Hell,' to others, 'you are steeped in sin.' ...
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Heart 29 I Love You 20 Love 20 Long 15 Never 14 Year 14 Sweet 14 Great 13 Good 12 Head 11

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Melaniejaxn: any fellow gets mad if he is called "teacher's pet," even if he is teacher's pet. ~ellis parker butler
Adroitlyabsurd: i’ll add that in addition to being a fine piece of animation & music nominated for an academy award it’s superior for ditching the racist phrasing in ellis parker butler’s original 1905 story
Naohikokanagae: 'pigs is pigs,' by ellis parker butler/ december 30, 2022
Decorativecouk: ellis parker butler original 1920 photo & autograph swivel wood art deco frame
Brookston: happy birthday american author ellis parker butler (december 5, 1869–september 13, 1937)
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 by Edgar Albert Guest

The joy of life is living it, or so it seems to me;
In finding shackles on your wrists, then struggling till you're free;
In seeing wrongs and righting them, in dreaming splendid dreams,
Then toiling till the vision is as real as moving streams.
The happiest mortal on the earth is he who ends his day
By leaving better than he found to bloom along the way.
Were all things perfect here there would be naught for man to do;
If what is old were good enough we'd never need the new.

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