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IMAGINE

I knew his love for Lennon

was desperate from the start

his head hung low

nowhere to go

sleeve upon his heart.

 

He hugged his beer too close

his hair hung down like wires.

"Just imagine John at the piano,

imagine if all the people...."

 

and not to be uplifted

by proxy someone gifted

I felt a word of comfort grow

then slowly made as if to go.

🌷(2)

◄ SHE TOOK THE BLAME OF ME

SOUTHERN COMFORT ►

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