There was a young lady named MaeWho smoked without stopping all day; As pack followed pack, Her lungs first turned black, And eventually rotted away.
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- Nationality: american
- Born: February 22, 1925
- Died: April 15, 2000
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Historical Re-creation, he thought glumly, as they picked their way across, under, over or through the boulders and insect-buzzing heaps of splintered timber, with streamlets running everywhere. Only we do it with people dressing up and running around with blunt weapons, and people selling hot dogs, and the girls all miserable because they can only dress up as wenches, wenching being the only job available to women in the olden days.
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