Nikole writes: I found a scrap of paper with two stanzas of the poem below, in William's handwriting. It was a pencilled note, surely written quickly while someone recited. I looked up the verses and found that this is an excerpt from a poem spoken by Bilbo Baggins in "The Hobbit."

A Leaf in November


I sit beside the fire and think
Of how the world will be
When winter comes without a spring
That I shall ever see

For still there are so many things
That I have never seen
In every wood in every spring
There is a different green


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