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A PoemSeveral guys once challenged the world.
One of them was a striker, the vigorous man.
He could easily bend the archaic system of ideological fallacy.
He crushed someone's great plan
To expose to the light
The expansionist fight
For contest with heavy iron fence.
This guy made no complaint
In politic sharades,
But his luck couldn't be obtained
Without crossing the blades
Of abnormal antagonists.
His name was John Lennon
His wild hippy style
And his lyrics, truthfully fervent,
Burned like torch on a pile
Of hearts, belonged to his simpathizers.
About what here I wanted to moan:
Last year he could be 64.
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