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Dame Poverty gave me my name, And Pain godfathered me.

Countee Cullen

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Countee Cullen
Age: 42 †
Born: 1903
Born: May 30
Died: 1946
Died: January 9
Novelist
Poet
Writer
Louisville
Kentucky
Countee LeRoy Porter
Countee Cullen
Dame
Dames
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Poverty
Name
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Pain

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