ot: mortality

[scaredyclassic]

Quarterly, as it is, money reproaches me:
‘Why do you let me lie here wastefully?
I am all you never had of goods and sex.
You could get them still by writing a few cheques.’

So I look at others, what they do with theirs:
They certainly don’t keep it upstairs.
By now they’ve a second house and car and wife:
Clearly money has something to do with life

-In fact, they’ve a lot in common, if you enquire:
You can’t put off being young until you retire,
And however you bank your screw, the money you save
Won’t in the end buy you more than a shave.

I listen to money singing. It’s like looking down
From long french windows at a provincial town,
The slums, the canal, the churches ornate and mad
In the evening sun. It is intensely sad.

Philip Larkin,”Money”

[scaredyclassic]

Updating your will when your kids are old enough to give input on a choice of guardian

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Updating your will when your kids are old enough to give input on a choice of guardian

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Updating your will when your kids are old enough to give input on a choice of guardian

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Updating your will when your kids are old enough to give input on a choice of guardian

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Updating your will when your kids are old enough to give input on a choice of guardian

[scaredyclassic]

Missing your old dog and feeling no other dog could ever compare and being right.

[scaredyclassic]

Missing your old dog and feeling no other dog could ever compare and being right.

[scaredyclassic]

Missing your old dog and feeling no other dog could ever compare and being right.

[scaredyclassic]

Missing your old dog and feeling no other dog could ever compare and being right.

[scaredyclassic]

Missing your old dog and feeling no other dog could ever compare and being right.

[sjglaze3]

Hey Walter
Love the Philip Larkin poems. My personal favorite is “Aubade” and then the one that starts, “They f*ck you up your mum and dad..”
Now that’s poetry.

[sjglaze3]

Hey Walter
Love the Philip Larkin poems. My personal favorite is “Aubade” and then the one that starts, “They f*ck you up your mum and dad..”
Now that’s poetry.

[sjglaze3]

Hey Walter
Love the Philip Larkin poems. My personal favorite is “Aubade” and then the one that starts, “They f*ck you up your mum and dad..”
Now that’s poetry.

[sjglaze3]

Hey Walter
Love the Philip Larkin poems. My personal favorite is “Aubade” and then the one that starts, “They f*ck you up your mum and dad..”
Now that’s poetry.

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