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I am hungry to be interrupted For ever and ever amen O Person from Porlock come quickly And bring my thoughts to an end.

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Stevie Smith
Age: 68 †
Born: 1902
Born: September 20
Died: 1971
Died: March 7
Illustrator
Novelist
Performing Artist
Poet
Writer
Hull
England
Florence Margaret Smith
Thinking
Quickly
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Ends
Interruptions
Persons
Amen
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Interrupted
Ever
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Hungry

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