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For copyright reasons we are not able to provide the full text of the poem on this database. Following are the details of the publication in which it appears.
Kirkpatrick Dobie, a retired grain merchant, was born in Dumfries in 1908, where he has lived nearly all his life. He left school at 15 to become a bank apprentice and left eight years later to join the family business. This poem is from Selected Poems (Peterloo Poets, 1992) and appears in The Forward Book of Poetry at pounds 5.95.
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