A Summer's Day* John Lennon

At fourteen, John met the 17-year-old fugitive in the strawberry field where she taught him how to eat strawberry in a woman.
At eighteen, John met her during his sorrow and anger.
At twenty, John met her in Germany, where she was finding the Hitler's airship.
And for Mimi, she always received postcards across the world.
Qwery, with a weird name, was always running.
In the Amazon, she danced with snakes; on the African savannah, she raced lions; beneath the shadow of Everest, she wandered aimlessly. She was always fleeing-from herself, from the world.
John loved, but he could not have. So he turned to someone similar under the influence of drugs.

Dedicated this book to my emotions and others I am too shy to dedicated to( for no one).
This book can never be completed without without.
And it's only a narcissist's grumbling.

You are not officially a paperback writer yet, you only draw silly love comics and wrote horror fiction to unfortunate people who read your fantasy, so you never expected to hear the familiar voice which you have been listening to.
A beatle that can make loud enough sounds to make the world now, before and onwards hear and never forget.

For your information, due to the typist's poor knowledge, so nothing is real, except names may happen to exist somewhere and English letters you can or can not read.

May a beetle vibrate with you in a summer's day, and still wake up next summer. May the snow never allow them stay six feet under.
But thy eternal summer shall not fade