I am not Prince Hamlet, nor was a mean to be;
am an attendant lord, one that will do
to swell a progress, start a scene or two,
advise the prince; no doubt, an easy tool,
deferential, glad to be of use,
politic, cautious and meticulous;
full of high sentence, but a bit obtuse;
at times, indeed, almost ridiculous
almost, at times,the Fool.--------------------------------------Create or get your
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------------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 the aeroplanes circle moaning overhead
scribbling on the sky the message he is dead,
put crepe 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, my west,
my working week and my sundey rest,
my noon, my midnight, my talk, my song;
I thought that love would be last forever: I was wrong.The stars are not wanted now: put over everyone;
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.Created with mySpace Profile Editor
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