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O men with sisters dear, O men with mothers and wives, It is not linen you 're wearing out, But human creatures' lives!

Thomas Hood

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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.
Mother
Motherhood
Human
Mothers
Humans
Sister
Men
Wearing
Dear
Creatures
Linen
Wife
Wives
Lives
Sisters

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