May 22nd It is but a dream; Abbey Road
It is but a
dream
In the thick
November fog
It softens
all images and dampens all sound
And I am
left straining to hear your soft voice
Yet,
although your words be hushed
I will
always hear you
For my heart
remains ever full and strong with your wisdom
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How’s your
memory?
My first
monthly salary… in September 1975
Was £68…
maybe a little less.
And I wanted
a record player
One of my
own.
I couldn’t afford
to buy one outright
So took my
pop with me
To W C Darby
in the town
And he
guaranteed me a loan
A hire
purchased hi-fi.
One of my
own.
But I didn’t
have any records
Save those
belonging to my Mum.
Jim and
Elvis, South Pacific and some.
Not of my
own.
But my joy
overflowed
When I went
and bought Abbey Road.
I listened
to it over and over and over
And more.
Something
and Pam: the end.
Because and
Here came the sun
My love for
The Beatles had begun.
And cousin
Suzanne.
Gorgeous
Suzanne.
Put me in only
one record scorn…
So, soon, record
collecting for me was born.
Happy days.
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