#1073431 added July 3, 2024 at 4:53pm Restrictions: None
John Lennon
He made the music sing,
hands playing on the string.
Of four he was but one,
without him they were done.
Magical of mind,
he was a unique find.
He left them 'for he died,
so much music left untried.
They say his wife was why they split,
I feel that's just bull-headed.
He died a pointless death,
without him we're bereft.
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