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A whispering and watery Norfolk sound Telling of all the moonlit reeds around.

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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
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Sir John Betjeman
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