Carolina QuotesBirth and death were easy. It was life that was hard.
Tom Robbins Carolinian
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- Jitterbug Perfume (1984)
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- 1984
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“Birth and death were easy. It was life that was hard.” Tom Robbins. Carolina Quotes, record CQ-A3FF7184EA. https://carolinaquotes.com/quote/a3ff7184ea
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