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Poets are sitting in my kitchen. Why do these poets lie? Why do children get children and Did you hear what it said?

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
Children
Poets
Kitchen
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Sitting
Poetry
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Lying

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