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Pushing you in your wheelchair to the sea

I look down at your yellowy bald patch

And recall your double-crown's tufty hair.

You were the naughtier twin, were you not?

It was I who wept when you were chastised.

where am I pushing you, dear brother, where?

The Wheelchair

Michael Longley

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