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Forgive me if I sleep until I wake up.

Charles Olson

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Charles Olson
Age: 59 †
Born: 1910
Born: December 27
Died: 1970
Died: January 10
Literary Critic
Poet
University Teacher
Writer
Charles John Olson
Charles J. Olson
Forgive
Forgiving
Wake
Sleep

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