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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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The First Rule Of Golf

... e Ed attempts the millionaire's game and obeys the first rule of golf, which is to put back the turf ...

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A Patriot

... I want to serve the Stars and Stripes, I want to go and fight, ...

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The Lanes Of Boyhood

... Friends that only boyhood knows, birds and trees and flowers, ...

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The Toy-Strewn Home

... And his heart will throb as it throbbed before, ...

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At Dawn

... When they're togged up for Sundays they're certainly fine, ...

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Answering The Usual Questions

... I don't like hair that hangs in curls, ...

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Follow A Famous Father

... He gave me a name that was free from shame, ...

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The Call To Service

... Once more to guard their country's life ...

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Little Marie

... But what like my battered old heart you've scarred ...

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The Waiter At The Camp

... Then a bright-eyed young fellow came in with the meat, ...

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Give Me A Single Day

... To prove that I am cheerful, helpful, bold, ...

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The Wide Outdoors

... And none can hold the apple boughs and claim them for his own, ...

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The Honor Roll

...   One day life marched its normal pace, the next all things seemed strange, ...

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Mother Nature

... Her grass grows green for rich and poor, ...

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If I Were Santa Claus

... And leave them sleighs and skates and dolls and Teddy bears and drums ...