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Long time no poem

The Whitsun Weddings By Philip Larkin 1922–1985 That Whitsun, I was late getting away: Not till about One-twenty on the sunlit Saturday Did my three-quarters-empty train pull out, All windows down, all cushions hot, all sense Of being in a … Continue reading

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