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John's Cuban Heel Boot
I cannot be completely true
Of being twins, not Si'amese
We're not connected at the toe
My sibling mate, his brother I.
And being sold by auctioneer
I can't recall if we're mismatched
Perhaps the other leather boot
Was owned & worn by Harrison.
And if that's so as orphaned pair
We walked through life while two men lived
And entertained the world around
Till fashion changed to other shoes.
And while those years were very good
With music, lights, on stage to dance
I got to watch and be part of
The rocking Brit invasion scene.
I fit my master to a T
And it was me in "...Hard Day's Night"
As I kept taping time in song
Just like when John sang for the Queen.
The other boots & I were friends
And highly polished ev'ry day
We too were like celebrities
With copies made for merchandise.
I'll always miss the raucous times
When all four boys would work & play
It was a roller-coaster ride
In early days of Beatles fame.
But now for years I'm stored away
In proper box of acid-free
Where nothing ever happens here
I miss my youth with John and his.
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