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Facing Death;Are you prepared

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July 15, 2008

     STOP ALL the clocks, cut off the telephone,

            prevent the dog from barking with a juicy bone,

              Bring out the coffin,let the mourners come.

                 Let aeroplanes circle moaning overhead

         Scribbiling on the sky the message He Is Dead,

       He was my North, my South, my East and West,

            my working week and my Sunday rest,

           Mynoon, my midnight, my talk, my song;

   I thought that  Love  would last forever: I was wrong.

    The stars are not wanted now; put out everyone;

           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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