1、建 筑 剪 影Put Crepe Bows Round The White Necks Of Public Doves,Let The Traffic Policemen Wear Black Cotton Gloves.He Was My North,My South,My East And West.B yB y:PERFECT WORKSStop all the clocks,cut off the telephone,Prevent the dog from barking with a juicy bone,Silence the pianos and with muffled dr
2、um Bring out the coffin,let the mourners come.Let aeroplanes circle moaning overhead Scribbling on the sky the message He Is Dead.THE PERFECT WORK1 1VIEWPOINTSPLASHHEADLINEPut crepe bows round the white necks of public doves,Let the traffic policemen wear black cotton gloves.He was my North,my South
3、,my East and West.COMPANY PHOTOC L I C K H E R E T O I N P U T T H E R E P L A C E M E N T T E X T A N D S U G G E S T R E P L A C I N G I T W I T H T H I S S P E E C HLITERATURE-AND ARTPut crepe bows round the white necks of public doves,Let the traffic policemen wear black cotton gloves.He was my
4、North,my South,my East and West.THE PERFECT WORK2 2SUMMARYCLICK HERE TO ENTER THE TEXT OF THIS SECTIONCONTENTSSONIERTSPOETSC L I C K H E R E T O E N T E R T H E T E X T O F T H I S S E C T I O NPut crepe bows round the white CONTENTSS O N I E RT SPOETSPut crepe bows round the white necks of public d
5、oves,Let the traffic policemen wear blackPERFECT WORKSCONTENTSS O N I E RT SPut crepe bows round the white necks of public doves,Let the traffic policemen wear blackP O E T SCLICK HERE TO ENTER THE TEXT OF THIS SECTIONTHE PERFECT WORK3 3LITERATUREAND ARTCLICK HERE TO ENTER THE TEXT OF THIS SECTIONPu
6、t crepe bows round the white necks of public doves,THE HEADLINESC L I C K HE R E TO I N P U T T H E R E P L A C E M E N T T E X T A N D S U G G E S T R E P L A C I N G I T WITH THIS SPEECH.THIS INPUT TITLEThe stars are not wanted now:put out every one;Pack up the moon and dismantle the sun;Pour away
7、 the ocean and sweep up the wood;THE PERFECT WORKVIEWPOINTStop all the clocks,cut off the telephone,Prevent the dog Stop all the clocks,cut off the telephone,Prevent the dog from barking with a juicy bone,Silence the pianos and with from barking with a juicy bone,Silence the pianos and with muffled drum Bring out the coffin,let the mourners come.muffled drum Bring out the coffin,let the mourners come.Let Let aeroplanesaeroplanes circle moaning overhead Scribbling on the sky circle moaning overhead Scribbling on the sky the message He Is Dead.the message He Is Dead.THANK YOU
