It's the most woebegone time of the year
With the tales of the dying
And everyone crying and shaking, I hear
It's the most woebegone time of the year
It's the sad-saddiest season of all
With those mawkish glum poatings and doleful emotings
When friends come to bawl
It's the sad-saddiest season of all
There'll be parties for weeping
JamieC's baby held him sleeping
And screaming "NOOOOOOOO" out in the den
There'll be mean Yoko stories
About Asian opium - she's
Spending John's millions again
It's the most woebegone time of the year
There'll be much somber poating
And STeVE will be noting
His fading career
With lies that he was a real engineer
BBC showed "Help!" that night
And I couldn't watch it
Miss him, miss him, miss him
The receptionist was blubbering
And Howard Cosell's mumbling
Old John had such vigor and vim
It's the most bathetic bunch of the year
With much crying and shaking
"Walls and Bridges" is making
A spin on my gear
And STeVE's baby forced-born on the 9th
Now some tears...
NOOOOOOOO
forums.stevehoffman.tv/threads/33rd-anniversary-of-john-lennons-death-12-8-13.336650/page-2#post-9742542It was the night of my wife's 22nd birthday. Her birthday has remained a bittersweet occasion ever since. She used to complain when I would say she was born on the day after Pearl Harbor.
Wifey and I were in bed(I had to work on Tuesday morning), when the phone rang at about 11 pm. My wife heard me scream NOOOOOOOO and dropped the phone. I never made it to work the next day. Baby held me as I cried through the night.
I wanted to wrap my arms around Yoko so bad that night and hold her. I think she knew that too.
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