put crepe bows round the white necks of the public doves,
let the traffic policemen wear black cotton gloves
or something
Red Jezza
Firks in sensitive-literary-type-shocker!
you mean...
Quote:
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.
