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Philip Larkin
(9 August 1922 – 2 December 1985 / West Midlands / England)

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Philip Larkin Born in 1922 in Coventry, England. He attended St. John's College, Oxford. more >>
 
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''And girls you have to tell to pull their socks up
Are those whose pants you'd most like to pull down.''
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Philip Larkin (1922-1986), British poet. "Administration."
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''And why was all
Your body sharpened against me, vigilant,
Watchful, when all I meant
Was to make it bright, that it might stand
Burnished before my tent?''
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Philip Larkin (1922-1986), British poet. "Deep Analysis."
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David Preece (2/10/2012 1:36:00 AM)
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Utterly pathetic that a poem is removed due to 4 letters:

This Be The Verse

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.
by Philip Larkin
Tai Chi Italy (7/16/2011 6:44:00 PM)
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Well it wasn't mum and dad who phucked this poets poems up! It was poemshuntered down and deleted.

Philip! if you are up there, curse them for their bad taste.

with a smile from

Tai, from his neck of the midland woods

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