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What we feel most has no name but amber, archers, cinnamon, horses and birds.
Jack Gilbert
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Jack Gilbert
Age: 87 †
Born: 1925
Born: February 28
Died: 2012
Died: November 13
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Pittsburg
Pennsylvania
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Cinnamon
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