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Whatever poetry that was in me was coming out in the form of constructing art books!

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Stephen Vincent Benet
Age: 44 †
Born: 1898
Born: July 22
Died: 1943
Died: March 13
Journalist
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Bethlehem
Pennsylvania
Stephen Vincent Benet
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