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On the king's gate the moss grew gray; The king came not. They call'd him dead; And made his eldest son, one day, Slave in his father's stead.
Then I got together with my brother and a friend and we decided to play dates. The more we played, the more we wanted to do it. And it got to a stage where we wanted to do it all the time.
Beryl Bainbridge, Novelist (1934) |
Odysseas Elytis, Writer (1911) |
Chaka Fattah, Politician (1956) |
Coleman Hawkins, Musician (1904) |
Carly Rae Jepsen, Musician (1985) |
Dr. John, Musician (1940) |
Mary Johnston, Novelist (1870) |
Hugh Kingsmill, Writer (1889) |
Abe Lemons, Coach (1922) |
Max Baer, Athlete (1959) |
Richard Carlson, Author (1977) |
Ellen Glasgow, Novelist (1945) |
Florence Harding, First Lady (1924) |