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There is no ghost so difficult to lay as the ghost of an injury.

Alexander Smith

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Alexander Smith
Age: 36 †
Born: 1830
Born: December 31
Died: 1867
Died: January 5
Poet
Cille Mheàrnaig
Injury
Ghost
Lays
Difficult

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