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A creature not too bright or good For human nature's daily food For transient sorrows, simple wiles, Praise, blame, love, kisses, tears, and smiles.

William Wordsworth

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William Wordsworth
Age: 80 †
Born: 1770
Born: April 7
Died: 1850
Died: April 23
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Cockermouth
Cumbria
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Simple
Kissing
Kisses
Nature
Daily
Transient
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Blame
Sorrows
Humans
Praise
Smiles
Good
Sorrow
Creature
Love
Creatures
Bright
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Simplicity
Food
Cooking
Wiles

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