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Entered as second-class mail matter at the post office at Washington, Virginia. Subscription: —\. $2.00 a year Tomorrow He was going to all that a mortal could be Tomorrow; No one should be kinder or braver than he Tomorrow; A friend who was troubled and (weary he knew Who’d be glad of a lift and who needed it, too; On him he would call and see what he could do Tomorrow. Each morning he stacked up the letter he’d write Tomorrow; And he thought of the folks he would fill with delight Tomorrow; It was bad, indeed, he was busy today, And hadn’t a minute to stop on his way; "More time I’ll have to give others,” he’d say, "Tomorrow.” The greatest of workers this man would have been Tomorrow; The world would have known him had-he ever seen Tomorrow; But the fact is he died and he faded from view, And all that he left here when living was through Was a mountain of things he intended to do Tomorrow. —Anonymous (contributed) ->«/
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