id	author	title	date	pages	extension	mime	words	sentences	flesch	summary	cache	txt
941	Guest, Edgar A. (Edgar Albert)	Just Folks			.txt	text/plain	28157	2415	99	You can share your joys and pleasures, but you never come to know When we were little girls and boys, with all the charms we used to know. But living things grow old and fade; the dead in memory remain, They have hungered for life's comforts and the joys of easy days, And the children come home at the end of the day To tell what the little old man had to say. The little old man whom the children would miss. To win once more the old-time joys, I don't believe I'd care Some day the world will need a man of courage in a time of doubt, The man the world shall need some day may be your little boy or mine. Nobody stops at the rich man's door to pass the time of day. And live again the old-time days Little do you know the joy	./cache/941.txt	./txt/941.txt