Look Ma (donna), No Hands!

Lady Madonna  

Children at your feet…

Oh, wait!  You haven’t got  feet.  Or hands.  Or much of a head.

But, damaged though you may be, I loved you enough to bring you

home in my truck.  And, not just because you’re Italian, either. 

Although I admit it…that is part of your charm.

I can see from the light radiating from what’s left of your head and from

your heart and that place where your hands used to be that you love me


So, moving on, musically, from the Beatles to the Turtles…

The only one for me is you, and you for me

So happy together !

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