Statistics for Poetry: Funeral Blues

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Answer	% Correct
Prevent the dog from barking with a juicy {bone},	98%
He was my {North}, my South, my East and West,	90%
Scribbling on the sky the message "He is {Dead}".	90%
For nothing now can ever come to any {good}.	87%
Let the traffic policemen wear black cotton {gloves}.	87%
Pack up the {moon} and dismantle the sun,	83%
I thought that {love} would last forever: I was wrong.	81%
Stop all the {clocks}, cut off the telephone,	79%
My working week and my {Sunday} rest,	71%
Bring out the {coffin}, let the mourners come.	65%
Let {aeroplanes} circle moaning overhead	63%
Silence the pianos and with muffled {drum}	63%
My {noon}, my midnight, my talk, my song;	62%
The {stars} are not wanted now; put out every one,	62%
Pour away the {ocean} and sweep up the wood;	52%
Put crepe bows round the {white} necks of the public doves,	48%