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But now that the Japanese maple's been replaced by a pile of sawdust, it's time to take action.

Good news in the mail camillealexa 2009

Alberta here i ordered a large amount of silver 1oz maple's yesterday at the royal bank. .no problem. also order some bars 2 weeks ago again no problem.

No, we have no Silver Today! Canadian silver bug/Green Assassin Brigade 2008

We have more maple in this area, but when maple's done, then we move on to birch trees and we move on to other ones.

CNN Transcript Apr 14, 2005 2005

In a tumble of breathless metaphors he describes the maple's colors as "like the shout of a great army ... like tongues of flame ... like the mighty, marching melody that rides upon the crest of some symphonic weltering sea and, with its crying song, gives meaning to all the calculated dissonance of the orchestra."

I'm A Stranger Here Myself Bryson, Bill 1999

I remember, in this parting hour, the day of days which the tremulous years bore in their bosom, -- a day crimson with the woodbine's happy flush and glowing with the maple's gold.

The Atlantic Monthly, Volume 10, No. 57, July, 1862 Various

The dark, rich reds of the oaks, the deep yellow of the beeches, the dogwood's and maple's gorgeous variations and the sweet-gums blood red mingled in a bewildering confusion of color.

Peggy Stewart at School

And it had been so long since either of them had tasted sweets, that the maple's fine product was indeed a treat.

Far Past the Frontier W. H. [Illustrator] Fry 1913

About the cheerless house she had distributed branches of the sugar maple's vermilion and the oak's darker redness, but the fieriest and the brightest clusters of leafage she had saved for the old library where the invalid sat among his cases of old sermons.

The Tyranny of Weakness Charles Neville Buck 1904

Harlson, in the tree, saw it all, and, as a fireman drops with a rush down the pole in the engine-house, he came down the maple's boll and bounded toward the log.

A Man and a Woman Stanley Waterloo 1879

The gleam of a maple's leaves near by, already turning scarlet, had caught her eye; she had expressed a wish for some of the gaudy beauties, and he had climbed the tree and was plucking the leaves for her, when, suddenly, the woods resounded with the fierce barking of the dog in the direction from which they had just come.

A Man and a Woman Stanley Waterloo 1879