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Let there be seasons so that our tongues will be rich in asparagus and limes.

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
Asparagus
Tongues
Seasons
Tongue
Rich
Limes

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