When the Chinese Wall was built, where'd the masons go for lunch? When Caesar conquered Gaul, was there not even a cook in the army? When the Armada sank, King Philip wept. Were there no other tears?
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- Author's profession: Poet, Playwright, Writer
- Nationality: deutsch
- Born: February 10, 1898
- Died: August 14, 1956
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