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On the road

Your humble scribe will be doing visiting things this week, so posting will be light. Anyway, you’re better off reading a bit of Larkin rather than this guff and nonsense:

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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