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Let others probe the mystery if they can.Time-harried prisoners of Shall and Will -The right thing happens to the happy man.

Theodore Roethke

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Theodore Roethke
Age: 55 †
Born: 1908
Born: May 25
Died: 1963
Died: August 1
Poet
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Saginaw
Michigan
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Time
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