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I am teaching... This year it's kind of like having a love affair with a rhinoceros.

Anne Sexton

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Anne Sexton
Age: 45 †
Born: 1928
Born: November 9
Died: 1974
Died: October 4
Poet
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Newton
Massachusetts
Anne Gray Harvey
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Love
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Rhinoceros
Affair
Teaching

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