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Because the golden egg gleamed in my basket once, though my childhood became an immense sheet of darkening water I was Noah, and I was his ark, and there were two of every animal inside me

Mark Doty

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Mark Doty
Age: 71
Born: 1953
Born: August 10
Poet
Maryville
Tennessee
Two
Eggs
Darkening
Every
Golden
Ark
Became
Noah
Childhood
Basket
Inside
Baskets
Animal
Sheet
Though
Sheets
Water
Immense
Gleamed

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