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Dec 2017
Were the great and the small impressed in the least,
when Mark Chapman from the shadows emerged?
In the dark shots rang out and John Lennon was shot,
The gun always has the last word.
Do you remember where you were when you heard
the news that John Lennon had died?
In the back of a cruiser his light was extinguished.
The poor, deluded Chapman faced prison.
Such fame he obtained-  The wrong kind.
Killing John Lennon in an attempt to steal his fame didn't work out the way the killer had planned
John F McCullagh
Written by
John F McCullagh  63/M/NY
(63/M/NY)   
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     victoria, EgoFeeder and Scarlet McCall
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