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“Being president is as difficult as writing the perfect poem. And being president is as effortless as writing the perfect poem. Always a Reckoning, my first collection of poetry, was described by Booklist as 'keenly evocative.'”

Quote by Jimmy Carter

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Jimmy Carter
Jimmy Carter

Jimmy Carter, born on October 1, 1924, was the 39th President of the United States, serving from 1977 to 1981. His presidency was characterized by a focus on human rights and international diplomacy, reflecting his dedication to peace and social justice. Post-presidency, Carter has been active in the non-profit sector, notably through the Carter Center, which he founded to promote peace and health worldwide. more

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