Show Just Folks By EDGAR A. A GUEST THE SINGLE KOSK ROSF KOSKA I A rose from a womans woman's bouquet Fell as she stepped from her car But not caring she hurried away For what's one when many there are On her arm there were twenty or more So she left with no sign of or regret That rose roso with the fragrance it bore Was a thing not worth stooping to get let But another who passed down the way va Discovered the scorned rose roso roseand and smiled It would gladden at least for lor a aday day dav The Tho life of ot her sick little child I II I What a fortunate chance for that rose roseTo roseTo To be dropped at the rich j womans woman's door Now a greater delight it bestows J Than will ever the twenty or more Copyright 1935 Edgar A. A Guest |