The most are gone now; here and there one lingers.
Soon these will slip from out the twig's weak hold,
Like coins between a dying miser's fingers.
- Thomas Bailey Aldrich (1836-1907), October
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Wednesday, October 1, 2014
October, Thomas Bailey Aldrich
The most are gone now; here and there one lingers.
Soon these will slip from out the twig's weak hold,
Like coins between a dying miser's fingers.
- Thomas Bailey Aldrich (1836-1907), October
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