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"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."

Philip Larkin

Books to eyes to mind two cigarettes... 
I seem to have lost the ability to draw.

I'm positive i left it at the bottom of the bottle...

Happy birthday Miss Braund Xx