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S: In Loving Memory of Robert Olla

BC: Funeral Blues Wystan Hugh Auden 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 in the sky the message He is Dead, Put crpe 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 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.

FC: In Loving Memory of Robert Olla 1968-2012 | In Loving Memory of Robert Olla

11: The phoenix has set sail, bound for the edge of the world. Thank you Bob. - Cyrus

13: I will miss you. Love Dad

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