Ida Cobb Poems

To be an American is a sacred treasure
To be a loyal American is our full measure
So to work . . . . Despite dark doubt and eerie fear
By restoring American confidence far and near
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Come on Friday at seven
For a couple hours of devlin’
See pumpkins, witches,
cats and owls
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Though he was still a man in his prime,
Our heavenly Father decreed it was time
To fulfill a promise of Lethe at last,
For his many glorious deeds of the past
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As this enjoyable day comes to an end
And now homeward you prepare to wend
Your Fidelis Alpha sister wants to say.
I am pleased you joined us here today
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