No More Footie at Strawberry Field
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The Sally Gas are to close the home.
The strip of grass where I played footie
outside the Beaconsfield Road mansion
beyond the red iron gates with leaves
of strawberries and strawberry flowers,
where me mates and I played footie,
where Johnny played footie before us–
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Seven and a bit years before I saw the light
of day in Oxford Street Maternity Hospital,
John Winston Lennon, born there in an air
raid, his Aunt Mimi said, me to dour ration-
book England, the war won, not much fun–
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Bomb sites in Liverpool, broken glass, shell
of the Customs House in Canning Place,
the Victoria Monument islanded by bombs,
so we kids played footie on bomb sites.
Now, no more footie at Strawberry Field.
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