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March is a tomboy with tousled hair, a mischievous smile, mud on her shoes and a laugh in her voice.

Hal Borland

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Hal Borland
Age: 77 †
Born: 1900
Born: May 14
Died: 1978
Died: February 22
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Laughing
Mischievous
Hair
Springtime
Voice
Mud
March
Shoes
Smile
Laugh
Tousled
Spring
Tomboy

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