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Some asked me where the rubies grew, And nothing I did say But with my finger pointed to The lips of Julia.

Robert Herrick

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Robert Herrick
Age: 83 †
Born: 1591
Born: August 24
Died: 1674
Died: October 12
Poet
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London
England
Jewelry
Pointed
Finger
Lips
Fingers
Asked
Grew
Rubies
Nothing
Julia

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