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Oh! God! That bread should be so dear, and flesh and blood so cheap!

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Thomas Hood
Age: 45 †
Born: 1799
Born: May 23
Died: 1845
Died: May 3
Humorist
Poet
Writer
London
England
T. H.
Flesh
Dear
Struggle
Blood
Cheap
Bread

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