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I forgot the present. I went back, And watched a flower open yesterday. Imagination turned real. There was banter and banging; Strumming and keying. I witnessed a chick, hatching, Breaking through. After the picking and pecking, Their scratching and scolding, I paused in need of help: *Get Out. No one is that good*.
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Nov 27, 2021
Nov 27, 2021 at 11:18 AM UTC
Get Out
I forgot the present. I went back, And watched a flower open yesterday. Imagination turned real. There was banter and banging; Strumming and keying. I witnessed a chick, hatching, Breaking through. After the picking and pecking, Their scratching and scolding, I paused in need of help: *Get Out. No one is that good*.
Watched Get Back and swooned over the band. No one person was ever The Beatles. They were a unity. Never to be seen again. So glad they gave us such timeless music.
francie-lynch
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Nov 27, 2021
Nov 27, 2021 at 11:18 AM UTC
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