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95/366 - Stop all the clocks, It was my North,My South,My East,My West, it is Dead

'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: It is Dead.

Put crepe bows 'round the necks of public doves,

Let traffic policemen wear black, cotton gloves.

 

It was my North, my South, my East, my West.

My working week and my Sunday rest.

My noon, my midnight, my talk, my song,

I thought 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 out the ocean and sweep up the wood,

For nothing now can ever come to any good."

    

today is a very sad day i'm sorry to say

my tripod fell over the other day and broke my beloved Opteka 6.5mm Fisheye . . . .

dead . . . . .

.......

and it looks like they have discontinued this model :~(

 

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Taken on April 4, 2012