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To shoot at crows is powder flung away.

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John Gay
Age: 47 †
Born: 1685
Born: June 30
Died: 1732
Died: December 4
Librettist
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Barnstaple
Devon
Crows
Flung
Powder
Crow
Shoot
Away

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