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Oh thumb, I want a drink it is dark, where are the big people, when will I get there...?

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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
Childhood
Drink
Dark
Bigs
People
Thumb
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