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Title: Old October
Author: James Whitcomb Riley [
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Old October's purt' nigh gone,
And the frosts is comin' on
Little HEAVIER every day--
Like our hearts is thataway!
Leaves is changin' overhead
Back from green to gray and red,
Brown and yeller, with their stems
Loosenin' on the oaks and e'ms;
And the balance of the trees
Gittin' balder every breeze--
Like the heads we're scratchin' on!
Old October's purt' nigh gone.
I love Old October so,
I can't bear to see her go--
Seems to me like losin' some
Old-home relative er chum--
'Pears like sorto' settin' by
Some old friend 'at sigh by sigh
Was a-passin' out o' sight
Into everlastin' night!
Hickernuts a feller hears
Rattlin' down is more like tears
Drappin' on the leaves below--
I love Old October so!
Can't tell what it is about
Old October knocks me out!--
I sleep well enough at night--
And the blamedest appetite
Ever mortal man possessed,--
Last thing et, it tastes the best!--
Warnuts, butternuts, pawpaws,
'Iles and limbers up my jaws
Fer raal service, sich as new
Pork, spareribs, and sausage, too.--
Yit, fer all, they's somepin' 'bout
Old October knocks me out!
[The end]
James Whitcomb Riley's poem: Old October
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