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Fart Proudly: Writings of Benjamin Franklin You Never Read in School

This book compiles a selection of Benjamin Franklin's writings that are not commonly found in standard educational materials. It includes his personal letters, essays, and other documents that provide insight into his thoughts on various subjects such as science, politics, and human nature. more

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Benjamin Franklin
Benjamin Franklin

Benjamin Franklin was a prominent figure in American history, serving as one of the Founding Fathers of the United States. He was a statesman, scientist, inventor, and writer, born on January 17, 1706, and died on April 17, 1790. Franklin is renowned for his contributions to electricity, his support for the American colonial independence movement, and his successful diplomatic efforts in France. more

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