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59 Umbrage Persistent little sister Always tagging along, Aping your every gesture Though getting the angle wrong, Effacing, very thin, Born when you were born, A kind of grim twin Never to be torn Away, cooler and darker, Always underfoot, Impermanent magic marker That won’t stay put— On bright days she appears A fair-weather friend, But she’s dragged you through the years, Faithful to the end: She’s nobody’s lover or wife, She was never the pretty one; She clings to you, though all your life You’ve been standing in her sun. ...

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