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[b]Always Moved by This:  With This Timing, I Can Hardly Speak[/b]

01Honda:  First -- thank you.  Asking for a poem has, whether wittingly or accidentally, invited us to look for solace to words, thoughts, feelings, eloquently expressed before.  To connect to others, long gone, who have felt as we may feel.  And had the gift to pass that on to us.

Thank you.

Some of you have heard this.  Others may well be surprised to see me post it here.  But -- to those that truly know me, this will be no surprise.

For those who have lost somebody, perhaps you know this pain:

"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 crêpe 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."

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Which ocean is California closest to?