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Imprisoned in a cage of sound, even the trivial seems profound

John Betjeman

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John Betjeman
Age: 77 †
Born: 1906
Born: August 28
Died: 1984
Died: May 19
Journalist
Literary Critic
Poet
Screenwriter
Television Presenter
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London
England
Sir John Betjeman
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