Stop all the clocks, cut off the telephone,Prevent the dog from barking with a juicy bone,Silence the pianos and with muffled drumBring out the coffin, let the rnourncrs come.He was my North, my South, my East and West,My working week and my Sunday rest,My noon, my inidnight, my talk, my song;I thought that love would last forever: I was wrong. - W. H. AudenBeloved Father, Stepfather, Grandfather, and Friend was called home [...]
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