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Darling, do you remember the man you married? Touch me, remind me who I am.
Stanley Kunitz
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Stanley Kunitz
Age: 100 †
Born: 1905
Born: July 29
Died: 2006
Died: May 14
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Worcester
Massachusetts
Stanley Jasspon Kunitz
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