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If you meet a cross-eyed person you must plunge into the grass, alongside the chilly ants, fish through the green fingernails and come up with the four-leaf clover.

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
Come
Cross
Eyed
Must
Crosses
Plunge
Green
Leafs
Meet
Ants
Clover
Magic
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Clovers
Four
Fish
Chilly
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Fingernails
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