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I wish I could find an event that meant as much as simple seeing.

Theodore Roethke

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Theodore Roethke
Age: 55 †
Born: 1908
Born: May 25
Died: 1963
Died: August 1
Poet
Teacher
Writer
Saginaw
Michigan
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Events
Seeing
Simple
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Event

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