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Grown-up by Edna St Vincent Millay
Was it for this I uttered prayers,
And sobbed and cursed and kicked the stairs,
That now, domestic as a plate,
I should retire at half-past eight?
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All About This
This is a collection of OPPs (other people's poems) posted by me,
David McKelvie
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Copyright is often infringed. Please don't sue me - I'm poor.
At the end of each post is a link to a contents page - this lists all the poets featured here.
You could also click here for it if you want.
Have a browse and an enjoy.
I also take suggestions for poems to add - please get in touch if you have any! (Remove the spaces from this: deemikay @ gmail.com)
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