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All the best sands of my life are somehow getting into the wrong end of the hourglass. If I could only reverse it! Were it in my power to do sowould I?

Thomas Bailey Aldrich

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Thomas Bailey Aldrich
Age: 70 †
Born: 1836
Born: November 2
Died: 1907
Died: March 19
Editor
Journalist
Novelist
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Portsmouth
New Hampshire
Power
Hourglass
Best
Sands
Life
Reverse
Sand
Somehow
Getting
Wrong
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