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With fingers weary and worn, With eyelids heavy and red, A woman sat in unwomanly rags, Plying her needle and thread.

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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.
Red
Eyelids
Fingers
Needle
Heavy
Rags
Labor
Needles
Woman
Weary
Inspirational
Sat
Thread
Worn

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