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Then God spoke to me and said: People say only good things about Christmas. If they want to say something bad, they whisper.

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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Christmas
God
Jesus
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