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Myxomatosis

Caught in the center of a soundless

While hot inexplicable hours go

What trap is this?

Where were its teeth concealed?

You seem to ask.

I make a sharp reply,

Then clean my stick.

I'm glad I can't

Just in what jaws you were to suppurate:

You may have thought things would come right

If you could only keep quite still and wait.

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Philip Larkin

Philip Arthur Larkin (9 August 1922 – 2 December 1985) was an English poet, novelist, and librarian. His first book of poetry, The North Ship, w…
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