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In the cold morning the rested street stands up To greet the clerk who saunters down the world.

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Allen Tate
Age: 79 †
Born: 1899
Born: November 19
Died: 1979
Died: February 9
Author
Literary Critic
Poet
University Teacher
Writer
Winchester
Kentucky
John Orley Allen Tate
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Streets
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Morning
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World
Rested
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