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The Quaker loves an ample brim, A hat that bows to no salaam And dear the beaver is to him As if it never made a dam.

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.
Beaver
Loves
Brim
Dear
Beavers
Made
Quaker
Never
Dams
Love
Ample
Bows
Hats

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