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Rejoice with the day lily for it is born for a day to live by the mailbox and glorify the roadside

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
Lilies
Glorify
Rejoice
Born
Live
Mailbox
Mailboxes
Roadside
Lily

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