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Once a man strays out of the common herd, he's more likely to meet wolves in the thickets than angels.

Walter de La Mare

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Walter de La Mare
Age: 83 †
Born: 1873
Born: April 25
Died: 1956
Died: June 22
Novelist
Poet
Prosaist
Writer
Charlton
London
Walter Ramal
Walter John de la Mare
Angels
Likely
Angel
Strays
Meet
Thickets
Common
Herd
Men
Wolves
Herds

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