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I had a world, and it slipped away from me. The War blew up more than the bodies of men....It blew ideas away.

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Sherwood Anderson
Age: 64 †
Born: 1876
Born: September 13
Died: 1941
Died: March 8
Novelist
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Buck Fever
Body
Ideas
Men
World
Slipped
Blew
Bodies
War
Away

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