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His face was filled with broken commandments.

John Masefield

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John Masefield
Age: 88 †
Born: 1878
Born: June 1
Died: 1967
Died: May 12
Journalist
Novelist
Poet
Writer
County of Herefordshire
John Edward Masefield
Filled
Broken
Face
Faces
Commandments
Sarcastic

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