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Loveliest of trees, the maple now Is turning yellow on the bough. It stands aong the trees of green, All dressed up for Halloween. Now of my three score years and ten, Sixty will not come again. Subtract from seventy, three score. It means I don't have many more. And since to look at things sublime, Ten years is not a lot of time. It's rather sobering for a fellow To see the maples turning yellow. --Garrison Keillor |
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