#mccartney - Hello Poetry

The day that John met Paul There was a summer fete in the old church hall And it was fate that day that came to play As the powers that be had their way Two young boys would come of age They’d rock the world from a golden stage The fates combined would all agree And Mary whispered Let It Be.

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Jul 11, 2022

Jul 11, 2022 at 8:12 AM UTC

steve-enandin

6th July 1957

The day that John met Paul There was a summer fete in the old church hall And it was fate that day that came to play As the powers that be had their way Two young boys would come of age They’d rock the world from a golden stage The fates combined would all agree And Mary whispered Let It Be.

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a television interview, Oct. 2018 with Sir Paul McCartney ~for all of us, forever~ <•> **** you Paul, old man you trying to make us all look bad? guess you’re just another ‘miner for a thousand years’ or more, cause we haven’t seen a reason why the vein should run dry, for the stolid earth resupplies endless old metal and the liquid veins supply the need, the urgency of a warm gun of composition, a drug nonpareil and the things that provoke, still provoke once more and again, love and need, even memories, petri dish cell regrown, breathing atmospheric nutrients in the hotheaded hothouse air of the human farm ‘tis why I paean you at 4:25am understanding full well, better than most, for once I wrote, it’s always the next one, that will be, the flawless poem, that will permit the laying down of the pen, the guitar but even flawless is not “good enough yet” for all of us, forever* for “yet,” even more than forever, is the most unlimited word we share ~ 5:02am 10/17/18

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Oct 17, 2018

Oct 17, 2018 at 2:06 PM UTC

nat-lipstadt

“I haven’t done it good enough yet”

a television interview, Oct. 2018 with Sir Paul McCartney ~for all of us, forever~ <•> **** you Paul, old man you trying to make us all look bad? guess you’re just another ‘miner for a thousand years’ or more, cause we haven’t seen a reason why the vein should run dry, for the stolid earth resupplies endless old metal and the liquid veins supply the need, the urgency of a warm gun of composition, a drug nonpareil and the things that provoke, still provoke once more and again, love and need, even memories, petri dish cell regrown, breathing atmospheric nutrients in the hotheaded hothouse air of the human farm ‘tis why I paean you at 4:25am understanding full well, better than most, for once I wrote, it’s always the next one, that will be, the flawless poem, that will permit the laying down of the pen, the guitar but even flawless is not “good enough yet” for all of us, forever* for “yet,” even more than forever, is the most unlimited word we share ~ 5:02am 10/17/18

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Julia I Should Have Known Better I Want to Tell You You've Really Got a Hold On Me If I Needed Someone Baby It's You

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Mar 27, 2015

Mar 27, 2015 at 7:42 PM UTC