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Captain Carpenter rose up in his prime Put on his pistols and went riding out But had got wellnigh nowhere at that time Till he fell in with ladies in a rout.

John Crowe Ransom

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John Crowe Ransom
Age: 86 †
Born: 1888
Born: April 30
Died: 1974
Died: July 3
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