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My books kept me from the ring, the dog-pit, the tavern, and the saloon.

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.
Pits
Ring
Rings
Kept
Dog
Saloon
Books
Tavern
Reading
Saloons
Book
Taverns

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