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Envy's a coal comes hissing hot from Hell.

Philip James Bailey

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Philip James Bailey
Age: 86 †
Born: 1816
Born: April 22
Died: 1902
Died: September 6
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P. J. Bailey
Envy
Hell
Comes
Hissing
Envious
Coal
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