Macca Plays the Super Bowl
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The St. John’s River not the Mersey
and it’s the Super Bowl in Florida
not Anfield or Goodison or Wembley:
halftime during football with the hands
not so much the feet,
and the former Beatle’s in fine voice
as Jacksonville cops
crack down on terrorist threats,
patrol the river, the surging crowd.
“Live and Let Die!” the Florida skies erupt
in fireworks, then the quieter “Hey Jude”
telling the terrorists,
“Na na na,
na na na na,
na na na!”
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