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I know that a creed is the shell of a lie.

Amy Lowell

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Amy Lowell
Age: 51 †
Born: 1874
Born: February 9
Died: 1925
Died: May 12
Poet
Socialite
Writer
Brookline
Massachusetts
Amy Lawrence Lowell
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Creed
Shells
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Lying

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In my stiff, brocaded gown. With my powdered hair and jeweled fan, I too am a rare Pattern.
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