I was in the One Tun Public House in Goodge Street London when the Beatle Song "Norwegian Wood" was written; well the words at least. At the time I thought it was a piece of fun. Now I wonder what it was really about.I am still not sure that I will ever know.
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Norwegian Wood?
Memories burn bitter.
Black ash scuffed in the bedside grate.
Sheets grabbed and thrown.
The chair smashed.
"You Even Took The Radio You Bastard!"
Silence is icy on Sundays.
Trevor John Karsavin Potter.
14th. September 2012.
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