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Porcupine, whom one must Handle, glove'd, May be Respected, but is never Loved.

Arthur Guiterman

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Arthur Guiterman
Age: 71 †
Born: 1871
Born: November 20
Died: 1943
Died: January 11
Journalist
Librettist
Writer
the United States of America
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Porcupine
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Porcupines
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