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The Jews always complained, kvetching about false gods, and erected the biggest false God, Jehovah, in middle of western civilization.
Allen Ginsberg
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Allen Ginsberg
Age: 70 †
Born: 1926
Born: June 3
Died: 1997
Died: April 5
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