Spendthrift By Thomas Bailey Aldrich
The fault’s not mine, you understand:
God shaped my palm so I can hold
But little water in my hand
And not much gold.
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The fault’s not mine, you understand:
God shaped my palm so I can hold
But little water in my hand
And not much gold.
Stay tuned for a deeper dive into this poem.
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