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But little do I mind his loss; I'm more concerned to know

The way he acts the times when he must see his marbles go.

And oh, I hope he will not be the little boy who weeps

Too much when he has failed to win while playing mibs for keeps.

Playing for keeps! Another step toward manhood's broad estate!

This is what some term growing up, or destiny, or fate.

Yet from this game with marbles, played with youngsters on the street,

I hope will come a larger boy, too big to lie or cheat,

And by these mibs which from his clutch another madly sweeps,

I hope he'll learn the game of life which must be played for keeps.

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THE FROSTING DISH

When I was just a little tad

Not more than eight or nine,

One special treat to make me glad

Was set apart as "mine."

On baking days she granted me

The small boy's dearest wish,

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