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The curse of covetousness is that it destroys manhood by substituting money for character.

Lucy Larcom

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Lucy Larcom
Age: 69 †
Born: 1824
Born: March 5
Died: 1893
Died: April 17
Poet
Teacher
Writer
Beverly
Massachusetts
Money
Character
Substituting
Covetousness
Destroys
Manhood
Curse

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