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Here's to opening and upward... and to yourself and up with you and up with and up with laughing.
e. e. cummings
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e. e. cummings
Age: 67 †
Born: 1894
Born: October 14
Died: 1962
Died: September 3
Novelist
Painter
Playwright
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Cambridge
Massachusetts
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