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A poem

  
T C ♥- (an angel- always)

I am Mrs.- Cagney!!!
 
 
Purred: Tue Mar 25, '08 8:25pm PST 
This poem was dedicated to those of us that lost their lives. It was dedicated by 2 of our Catster furriends Sebastion & Mackenzie
Their mom found it on the wall of the shelter she works at.

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...

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 though that (he) would last forever: 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.

~W.H. Auden
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