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some days are better than others.

W. H. Auden


Stop all the clocks, cut off the telephone,
Prevent the dog from barking with a juicy bone,
Silence the pianos and with muffled drum
Bring out the coffin, let the mourners come.

Let aeroplanes circle moaning overhead
Scribbling on the sky the message He Is Dead,
Put crepe bows round the white necks of the public doves,
Let the traffic policemen wear black cotton gloves.

He was my North, my South, my East and West,
My working week and my Sunday rest,
My noon, my midnight, my talk, my song;
I thought that love would last for ever: I was wrong.

The stars are not wanted now: put out every one;
Pack up the moon and dismantle the sun;
Pour away the ocean and sweep up the wood.
For nothing now can ever come to any good.

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chile_sauce
Dec. 11th, 2007 04:50 pm (UTC)
My condolences. I'm sorry for your loss.

I stumbled accross your LJ via the 2_words community. I know this is probably not really the best time for this - friends?
fuzzface_63
Dec. 11th, 2007 05:41 pm (UTC)
any enemy of GWB is a friend of mine! ;) Love your profile! I've already added ya!
h0gwash
Dec. 11th, 2007 05:46 pm (UTC)
Sad and beautiful. Get well soon.
merlinwon
Dec. 12th, 2007 02:04 am (UTC)
A Very Nice Work!! Describes alot.. Heal Well!!! ::Hugs::
hwyheretic
Dec. 12th, 2007 12:27 pm (UTC)
I have been trying very hard to keep the positive energy flowing in your direction buddy
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