Beatles Big Shoo

you ought to bow your head.

your face is untied, & you

wouldn’t want to

trip on that flapping tongue

your soul worn so thin in places

it’d be easy enough to do

scuffing the fine details

of the

whole shoo

–platform and all–

on your way down.

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I bring to you an arrow, whole, Use it, or break it, But if you choose to take it --Know-- With it also, I will go. © Karen Robiscoe @1992

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