Myfi - my best pal
22/11/86 - 7/7/2000
She 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 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 - Funeral Blues, v 3-4
re-entered cos msn lost me piccy grrrr
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