but i wish you were my shadow
And I will show you something different from either your shadow at morning striding behind you or your shadow at evening rising to meet you.
David Ambridge at flickr
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The sun's shining. It must be Sunday.
David Ambridge at flickr
They fuck you up, your mum and dad.
They may not mean to, but they do.
They fill you with the faults they had
And add some extra, just for you.
But they were fucked up in their turn
By fools in old-style hats and coats,
Who half the time were soppy-stern
And half at one another’s throats.
Man hands on misery to man.
It deepens like a coastal shelf.
Get out as early as you can,
And don’t have any kids yourself.
This Be The Verse
Philip Larkin
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The sun's shining. It must be Sunday.