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1731 - Benjamin Banneker, American scientist
1802 - Elijah P. Lovejoy, American abolitionist
1918 - Spiro Agnew, Vice President of the United States
1923 - Dorothy Dandridge, American actress
1928 - Anne Sexton, American poet
1931 - Whitey Herzog, Major League Baseball player and manager
1934 - Carl Sagan, American astronomer and writer
1935 - Bob Gibson, St. Louis Cardinals
1941 - Tom Fogerty, American musician (Creedence Clearwater Revival)
1942 - Tom Weiskopf, American golfer
1951 - Lou Ferrigno, American bodybuilder
1973 - Nick Lachey, American pop singer
1978 - Sisqó, American singer (Dru Hill)
1979 - Adam Dunn, Cincinatti Reds
1980 - Vanessa Minnillo, American television personality
1984 - SE7EN, South Korean singer

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"Music Swims Back To Me"
by Anne Sexton

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Wait Mister. Which way is home?
They turned the light out
and the dark is moving in the corner.
There are no sign posts in this room,
four ladies, over eighty,
in diapers every one of them.
La la la, Oh music swims back to me
and I can feel the tune they played
the night they left me
in this private institution on a hill.

Imagine it. A radio playing
and everyone here was crazy.
I liked it and danced in a circle.
Music pours over the sense
and in a funny way
music sees more than I.
I mean it remembers better;
remembers the first night here.
It was the strangled cold of November;
even the stars were strapped in the sky
and that moon too bright
forking through the bars to stick me
with a singing in the head.
I have forgotten all the rest.

They lock me in this chair at eight a.m.
and there are no signs to tell the way,
just the radio beating to itself
and the song that remembers
more than I. Oh, la la la,
this music swims back to me.
The night I came I danced a circle
and was not afraid.