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Sing, riding 's a joy! For me I ride.

Robert Browning

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Robert Browning
Age: 77 †
Born: 1812
Born: May 7
Died: 1889
Died: December 12
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London
England
Robert Barrett Browning
Browning
Riding
Ride
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Joy

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