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Monday, May 28, 2018

Philip Larkin (1922 - 1985) his poem "Days"

What are days for?

Days are where we live.

They come, they wake us

Time and time over.

They are to be happy in;

Where can we live but days?


Ah, solving that question

Brings the priest and the doctor

In their long coats

Running over the fields.

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