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It seems just possible that a poem might happen to a very young man: but a poem is not poetry -That is a life.
T. S. Eliot
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T. S. Eliot
Age: 76 †
Born: 1888
Born: September 26
Died: 1965
Died: January 4
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For he will do As he do do And there's no doing anything about it!
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