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I see my father mirrored image reflected back to me In John's Lennon's small rounded glasses frames Straddled upon again my father's nose which he often loved to pick And this i noticed instantly the very fist time I seen a picture of his face Which i think is the reason why I feel I have An infinity or feel a connection or bond with him although In reality I realize I probably don't It's just something that makes me smile and reminds me of my dad And what I alone in my head Imagine Either of them would say If only Either of them we're still alive And found themselves in the same place at the same time I also imagine they could have possibly been friends As both of them we're 2 young angry men from Liverpool Who never had anything good or positive thing to say about their childhood's growing up And why I find it so easily to identify with his lyrics and emotive choke strained voice Because my father sounded exactly the same to me John wrote Mother you never wanted me Father why did you abandoned me Paul said Mother Mary come to me Let it be Both poet's crafted by default via emotional traumatic damage caused A Beatle forged by a grand desire wishing to fly away As was Paul and may well be the reason he named his band Wings And why my dad joined the navy in order to sail anywhere else far and way Because he felt as if he had stayed he would feel like a bird who had his wings clipped But I digress returning to the initial point I wished to make was this Thanks to my Dad for in some way to me appears to resemble John Lennon Because he is still to this day very famous luckily for me every now and then If only for a fleeting passing moment I don't have to actually imagine or remember what he looked like

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