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Maiden Name
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Maturity
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MCMXIV
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Modesties
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Money
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Mother, Summer, I
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Mr Bleaney
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Myxomatosis
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New Eyes Each Year
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Next Please
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Night Music
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No Road
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Nothing to Be Said
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On Being Twenty-six
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Poetry of Departures
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Reasons for Attendance
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Sad Steps
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Send No Money
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Since the Majority of Me
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Skin
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Home is So Sad
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Home is so sad. It stays as it was left,
Shaped to the comfort of the last to go
As if to win them back. Instead, bereft
Of anyone to please, it withers so,
Having no heart to put aside the theft
And turn again to what it started as,
A joyous shot at how things ought to be,
Long fallen wide. You can see how it was:
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