David loved Lennon expressed it in bass, and his lips were a gauntlet of beautiful words, unsung words that became poems on her lips. David loved Lynda. Expressed it in shillings, buying twelve unneeded plectrums for twelve priceless moments, moments that wrinkled from smiles and old thirty threes. Lynda loved to be loved. Expressed it in walking away. Her heels played bass singing fear but David changed the song and in 1969 beneath a Yoko white veil three sons, and four grandchildren waited on lips that lived beyond Lennon.