LETTER BANK (9, 10, 5 6, *6, *8)
   (ONE = inferable; THREE, FOUR = not MW)

THREE in New York after crossing the ocean,
With your guitar, 'cross the deep,
Playing Ed Sullivan, causing commotion,
You made America weep.

Your voice was TWO, but you kept bringing
Those notes out ringing, if rough.
And your guitar, with its tight stringing,
You kept it singing...

All things must pass; when the Beatles disbanded,
Your fans were driven to weep.
Forty-odd years from the day you first landed,
Your influence still runs deep.

Something I'd heard: your strength was going,
Your cancer growing each day.
The end was near, the strain was showing,
You tired of knowing...

Here comes the sun; now a ONE dawn is breaking,
In color brilliant and deep,
And with it the news of your death, as we're waking.
At this we all gently weep.
=KRAY, Berkeley CA






























orangeish, hoarsening, going ashore, George Harrison