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40 Cards in this Set
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Show Saturday |
Grey day for the Show, but cars jam the narrow lanes.
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Show Saturday
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Kids scrap, freed
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Show Saturday
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Owners stare different ways with incurious faces
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Show Saturday
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Long immobile strainings that end in unbalance
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Show Saturday |
Rows/ of single supreme versions |
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Show Saturday |
Pure excellences/ that enclose/ a recession of skills |
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All well done,/ But less than the honeycombs |
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Bound/ For far-off farms |
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Show Saturday |
Back now to private addresses |
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The ended husk/ Of summer |
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Show Saturday |
Mugfaced middleaged wives/ glaring at jellies |
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Show Saturday |
Husbands on leave from the garden/ watchful as weasels |
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Show Saturday |
Business calendars |
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Let it stay hidden there like strength |
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Something they share/ That breaks ancestrally each year into/ Regenerate union. Let it always be there. |
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Going Going |
I thought it would last my time
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Going Going
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There would always be fields and farms
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Going Going
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We can always escape in the car
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Going Going
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Things are tougher than we are
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Going Going
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Chuck filth in the sea
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Going Going
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But what do I feel now? Doubt?/ Or age simply?
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Going Going
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The crowd/ is young in the M1 café |
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Going Going |
Spectacled grins |
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Going Going |
You try to get near the sea/ In summer… (shift in poem) |
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Going Going |
I feel somehow/ That it isnt going to last
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Going Going |
First slum of Europe
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Going Going |
And that will be England gone
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Going Going |
The guildhalls, the carved choirs…
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Going Going |
I just think it will happen, soon.
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Church Going |
Some brass and stuff |
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Church Going |
Unignorable silence,/ Brewed God knows how long |
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Church Going |
But superstition, like belief, must die |
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Church Going |
And what remains when disbelief has gone? |
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Church Going |
A purpose more obscure |
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Church Going |
Who will be the last… to seek/ this place for what it was |
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Church Going |
Some ruin-bibber, randy for antique |
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Church Going |
It held unspilt/ so long and equably what since is found/ only in separation - marriage, and birth,/ and death |
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Church Going |
26. In whose blent air all our compulsions meet |
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Church Going |
A hunger in himself to be more serious |
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Church Going |
Which, he once heard, was proper to grow wise in, |
