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Please God, we're all right here. Please leave us alone. Don't send death in his fat red suit and his ho-ho baritone.

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
Please
Baritones
Leave
Suit
Alone
Contentment
Death
Fats
Right
Suits
Send
Red
God
Baritone

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