I remember sitting on Sunday
Being subjected to a boring
Speech, and there was no way
To escape except to get lost
In games my mind could play
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Random Rhymes From An Expat Living A Long Way From Home
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Far Out (By Philip Larkin)
Beyond the bright cartoons
Are darker spaces where
Small cloudy nests of stars
Seem to float on the air.
These have no proper names:
Men out alone at night
Never look up at them
For guidance or delight.
For such evasive dust
Can make so little clear:
Much less is known than not,
More far than near.
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