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If I must Die

If I must die With my final verse In hand Then let it be A seed Of inspiration To other minds Of youthful vigor Whom might read Of my life And energies Spent For if I be known Nevermore Another

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New Shoes

A boy’s new shoes a pair, So few. What a blessing of care how good, So rare. He kept his prayers just as he should so long, He would. • Old shoes tired as he played along wartime stories, Ragtime

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