Tuesday, July 19, 2005
In penny lane there is a fireman with an hourglass
And in his pocket is a portrait of the queen.
He likes to keep his fire engine clean,
It’s a clean machine.
Behind the shelter in the middle of a roundabout
The pretty nurse is selling poppies from a tray
And tho’ she feels as if she’s in a play
She is anyway.
Penny lane is in my ears and in my eyes.
There beneath the blue suburban skies,
Penny lane.
Labels: Music
2 Comments:
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love the Beatles?
some more pomes maybe? come here expecting to read those.
Parna
lemongrass.blogdrive.com -
Adore the Beatles!! :-)
Poems, er, hmm...yes shall write, soon hopefully!
Keep reading :-) Cheers!
said... On Tuesday, July 19, 2005 11:22:00 pm
Rohan said... On Wednesday, July 20, 2005 2:06:00 pm
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