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why’d you tell

George Harrison to

fuck off on New Year’s Eve

was he that rude by the punch

bowl telling you

about yourself and your

brown hair

or was it

his guitar playing

by the Christmas tree

still green and waxed

we used to listen

to his records

you like a whirlwind

on the carpet

your back a warm bare hill

peeking up from the sheet

torn from our bed

I gotta ask you

was it worth the trouble

worth the trouble

you put us in?

I sure hope so