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Nov 2013
9:42pm, 13 Nov 2013
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McGoohan
But I prefer Adrian Mitchell:
This Be The Converse
They tuck you up, your Mum and Dad,
They read you Peter Rabbit, too.
They give you all the treats they had
And add some extra, just for you.
They were tucked up when they were small,
(Pink perfume, blue tobacco-smoke),
By those whose kiss healed any fall,
Whose laughter doubled any joke.
Man hands on happiness to man.
It deepens like a coastal shelf.
So love your parents all you can
And have some cheerful kids yourself.
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Nov 2013
9:42pm, 13 Nov 2013
12,733 posts
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F is for Fleecy
Wobbling: that is a horrid thing to do, to make your kids feel responsible for your happiness 
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Nov 2013
9:43pm, 13 Nov 2013
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JenL
I like that. I've never heard or read it before.
I must ask my sons what they think of us
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Nov 2013
9:43pm, 13 Nov 2013
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McGoohan
Erm, yes. Only quoting Mitchell because I like his anti-Larkin stance and how he's completely flipped the whole concept on its head
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Nov 2013
9:44pm, 13 Nov 2013
12,734 posts
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F is for Fleecy
I prefer the second poem Larkin's not really someone to take advice from is he? The miserable old git
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Nov 2013
9:45pm, 13 Nov 2013
9,535 posts
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McGoohan
(Though some of his stuff is among my all time favourite poems)
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Nov 2013
9:45pm, 13 Nov 2013
26,238 posts
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JenL
Nasty piece of work, Larkin. I've never understood all the lauding.
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Nov 2013
9:45pm, 13 Nov 2013
8,078 posts
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Derby Tup
Wasn't Larkin from Hull? Enough said
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Nov 2013
9:46pm, 13 Nov 2013
12,735 posts
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F is for Fleecy
I love Larkin, but he was a depressive bugger I love the one about the train journey, can't remember what it's called.
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Nov 2013
9:47pm, 13 Nov 2013
26,239 posts
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JenL
Whitsun Weddings? Nasty, sneering little thing.
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