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I am in that temper that if I were under water I would scarcely kick to come to the top.

John Keats

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John Keats
Age: 25 †
Born: 1795
Born: October 31
Died: 1821
Died: February 23
Judge-Rapporteur
Physician
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Temper
Depression
Sadness
Water
Come
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Scarcely
Kick
Kicks

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