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Sunday, October 30, 2011
Debemur Morti Nos Nostraque
Ralph Hodgson (1871-1962), Quarter-Day:
Death asked: the debtor bit his lip And offered something on account; Death smiled and took a closer grip: The debtor paid the full amount.