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please at the funeral in four wedding's and a funeral his partner got up and recited a wonderful poem saying whatever you call it think it might have been called something like : time : please l really need to know what it is called thank you.
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And here it is:
Stop all the clocks, cut off the telephone,
Bring out the coffin, let the mourners come.
Let aeroplanes circle moaning overhead
Put crêpe bows round the white necks of the public
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Stop all the clocks, cut off the telephone,
Bring out the coffin, let the mourners come.
Let aeroplanes circle moaning overhead
Put crêpe bows round the white necks of the public
...
22:43 Fri 24th Dec 2010
And here it is:
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 crêpe 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.
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 crêpe 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.
thank you so very very much you have saved me from having to find it and write it all down it is such a wonderful poem or whatever it is called l think l must have started some debate about me not knowing what certain things mean like btw., l am a learner when it comes to the computer my daughter's got me started by showing me how to connect to the www. got me my own e.mail address and after a couple of lesson's left me to it, now even though my son says it causes him pain to watch me use it and watch me go round the houses trying to get on a certain site takes me minutes he can press one key and it's there but you know what who cares , who cares how long it takes me and l may seem a bit silly , l am nearly 58 and loving it all gonna carry on making mistakes and doing my own thing l was a child of the universe ha mad old cow more like happy christmas to all , had to much eggnog ha .
