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Dear John Rev 1

Poetry By: meriddle

A personal tribute to John Lennon.

Submitted:Dec 31, 2011    Reads: 11    Comments: 0    Likes: 1   

Dear John

By M. E. Riddle

Drone on, you tired,

And your father's father,

Nothing left to history 'till that rock-n-roll music.

(Never realized it could happen to me)

Do ya wanna dance, John?

Everly played until the dawn.

Driven by passion, we were Quarrymen,

Johnny-In-The-Moondog, Silver Beatle.

Bohemian in school, lost in Hamburg,

Professional clothes, mainline smokes.

Lunchtime sessions, I wanna be your man,

Routine Epstein was Mister Martin's plan.

Please, please me Pete,

Love, love me do.

Come on Richard Starkey,

Don't sing the blues.


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