Diggz 1991-12/27/2006

Mr. Diggz

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 though 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. ~W.H. Auden