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You are built to pull a cart, to lift a heavy load and bear it, to haul up the long slope, and so am I, peasant bodies, earthy, solid shapely dark glazed clay pots that can stand on the fire.
Marge Piercy
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Marge Piercy
Age: 88
Born: 1936
Born: March 31
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