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Give a beggar a dime and he'll bless you. Give him a dollar and he'll curse you for withholding the rest of your fortune. Poverty is a bag with a hole at the bottom.
Anzia Yezierska
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Anzia Yezierska
Age: 90 †
Born: 1880
Born: October 29
Died: 1970
Died: November 20
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