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Ok time to buckle down! Write about how crazy I am! Here we go!

Ok maybe tomorrow.

But to set the tone for the forthcoming posts of horrible boring misery, here is a poem by a very famous poet:

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 (1974)

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