What I Carried
I can't remember what I carried
the night John Lennon was shot
but after a few hours
my hand ached
as if I had dragged an anchor across 1381
and uprooted an innocent medieval family
just trying to grow turnips.
the night John Lennon was shot
but after a few hours
my hand ached
as if I had dragged an anchor across 1381
and uprooted an innocent medieval family
just trying to grow turnips.
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