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Poetry is sentimental to begin with. To write a sentimental poem is an act of redundancy.

Mary Ruefle

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Mary Ruefle
Age: 72
Born: 1952
Born: April 16
Essayist
Poet
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Allegheny County
Pennsylvania
Redundancy
Sentimental
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