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The Best of Archy and Mehitabel

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Don Marquis
Don Marquis

Don Marquis, an American humorist, was born on July 29, 1878, and died on December 29, 1937. He is known for his witty short stories and column articles, with his most famous work being the 'Archy and Mehitabel' series. more

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