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it was my first doll that water went into and water came out of much earlier it was the diaper I wore and the dirt thereof and my mother hating me for it

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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
Went
Doll
Came
Diapers
Water
Hating
Hate
Dolls
Mother
Wore
Firsts
Earlier
First
Dirt
Diaper
Much
Childhood
Thereof

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