It's hard to find the words to describe the sense of grief that is creeping over me; from reading some of the comments in my earliest posts by people who've gone in real life (R.I.P. 

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    Reading some of my early posts from my first lj, which I can no longer properly access, brought back a lot of stuff that nearly had me in tears on the bus journey back from Perth today. Found the poem I would have liked to post but, frankly it would have taken too long to type out tonight, and I managed to find one that follows, for me, a ( Read more... )

 
   I was looking for an entirely different poem earlier today; had no look finding it, when I stumbled across this one. Actually, after deciding on some other idea and, I think, mis-typing.

Anyway, once I saw it, and heard the poem, I thought this would do very well and, just possibly, I may have been meant to find it.

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     To start things off I thought that something surreal and absurd would suit the times.

The Owl And The Pussy-Cat - Poem by Edward Lear

The Owl and the Pussy-cat went to sea
  In a beautiful pea green boat,
  They took some honey, and plenty of money,
  Wrapped up in a five pound note.
  The Owl looked up to the stars above,
  And sang to a ( Read more... )