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A Poem For Sunday

Resolutions

"Days" by Phillip Larkin:

What are days for?
Days are where we live.
They come, they wake us
Time and time over.
They are to be happy in:
Where can we live but days?

Continued here. 

(Image of Woody Guthrie New Years resolutions for 1942 via Letters Of Note)

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