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The Saints come, as human as a mouth, with a bag of God in their backs, like a hunchback, they come, they come marching in.
Anne Sexton
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Anne Sexton
Age: 45 †
Born: 1928
Born: November 9
Died: 1974
Died: October 4
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Newton
Massachusetts
Anne Gray Harvey
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