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Let Me Grow Lovely - Poem by Karle Wilson Baker (Karle Wilson Baker)

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Let me grow lovely, growing old-- So many fine things do: Laces, and ivory, and gold, And silks need not be new; And there is healing in old trees, Old streets a glamour hold; Why may not I, as well as these, Grow lovely, growing old? Karle Wilson Baker

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