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blanket and pillows and snacks
chopped and dr pimple popper
tv and instagram and cats
late nights and laughter
sleeping in and staying in
pjs all day
Four young men on a rooftop in 1969,
Putting on a show for the very last time.

Not the last for any,
but this was the fab fours end.

Four old men under thirty,
about to start again.

People pointing fingers,
people laying blame.

Surely it can't be over
they'll Get Back again.

They'll travel back down that
Long and Winding Road.

Back to Penny Lane,
where it started so long ago.

Imagine the world without the Beatles,
I wonder if you can.

I remember four young men on a rooftop,
being great again.

Wanting to prove it to the world,
Before they let it end.

Before they let it go,
Before they Let it Be.

And that's the memory of
the Beatles,
I'll always choose to see.
I watched all 9 hours of Peter Jacksons
(Get Back) for the third time. And what always strikes
me is that The Beatles were just Kids not even 30 yet,
trying to find themselves, trying to live up to the expectations
of the world.
It's a hell of a documentary and a must see if you're a Beatles fan.

here's a link to the video on you tube check it out.
https://youtu.be/mLXbZf-rttM?feature=shared

Thanks.
The Tree’s last leaf falls
Does it reflect on Spring’s blooms;
Dreaming with eyes closed
Sometimes those blooms bore such sour fruit.
I do enjoy attempting haiku with Nature elements. I should take some time to study the development of the Haiku and its form.
I have a problem with timing
I can't do a soft  boiled egg
They either come out solid or slimey
As I hop from leg to leg
I know the time and temperature
I'm waiting with a spoon
But I drift off or go early
Ovoid perfection is doomed.
We're not what we needed.
The truth hit without being said.
You're full of words embedded,
While I'm tied with a different thread.

Limelight. Road. Seat.
Path you want for your feet.
Mountain. Sea. Beat.
Where I want to find my sheet.

Attention is not my tea.
Yet you seek it daily.
We are not meant to be.
The last thing I should say.
I'm grateful
Knowing you are
Healed,
Free,
Loved.
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