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There was an old man of Three Bridges,
Whose mind was distracted by midges,
He sate on a wheel,
Eating underdone veal,
Which relieved that old man of Three Bridges.

Edward Lear

Edward Lear was an English artist, musician, author, and poet famous for his literary nonsense and limericks. Born on May 12, 1812, in Holloway, England, Lear created a genre of literary nonsense that influenced many later English writers. He is best known for his work 'A Book of Nonsense' and 'The Owl and the Pussycat.' His whimsical style and imaginative use of language captivated both children and adults alike. Lear passed away on January 29, 1888.

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There was an old person of Hove,
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There was an old man of Blackheath,
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There was an old man of El Hums,
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Which he picked off the ground,
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