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To work hard, to live hard, to die hard, and then go to hell after all would be too damned hard.
Carl Sandburg
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Carl Sandburg
Age: 89 †
Born: 1878
Born: January 6
Died: 1967
Died: July 22
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The peace of great books be for you, Stains of pressed clover leaves on pages, Bleach of the light of years held in leather.
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