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Our children tremble in their teen-age cribs, whirling off on a thumb or a motorcycle.

Anne Sexton

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Anne Sexton
Age: 45 †
Born: 1928
Born: November 9
Died: 1974
Died: October 4
Poet
Writer
Newton
Massachusetts
Anne Gray Harvey
Thumbs
Adolescence
Maturity
Cribs
Age
Whirling
Children
Tremble
Thumb
Teen
Motorcycle

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