the lennon death,
so cruel so subtle,
you would never know,
the walking way,
in which he passed,
talking to ono,
thinking of life,
so peaceful and loving,
the man died,
not of natural causes,
but as a murder case,
so unfair to lose such a soul,
a calm loving caring soul,
as lennon would always say,
keep the peace and always love..
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