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James Whitcomb Riley - Old Fashioned Roses
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They ain`t no style about `em,
And they`re sorto` pale and faded,
Yit the doorway here, without `em,
Would be lonesomer, and shaded
With a good `eal blacker shudder
Than the morning-glories makes,
And the sunshine would look sadder
Fer their good old-fashion` sakes.

I like `em `cause they kindo`--
Sorto` make a feller like `em!
And I tell you, when I find a
Bunch out whur the sun kin strike `em,
It allus sets me thinkin`
O` the ones `at used to grow
And peek in thro` the chinkin`
O` the cabin, don`t you know!

And then I think o` mother,
And how she ust to love `em--
When they wuzn`t any other,
`Less she found `em up above `em!
And her eyes, afore she shut `em,
Whispered with a smile and said
We must pick a bunch and putt `em
In her hand when she wuz dead.

But as I wuz a-sayin`,
They ain`t no style about `em
Very gaudy er displayin`,
But I wouldn`t be without `em--,
`Cause I`m happier in these posies,
And the hollyhawks and sich,
Than the hummin`-bird `at noses
In the roses of the rich.
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