I have the Beatles channel in my car for a month and this morning they played This Boy again, which is fine, I love it, but of course it was making me yearn for my more favorite, Yes it is. And guess what? Yes it is played next! Yes it is. I remember John's memory of meeting Yoko. He went to an art installation and there was a ladder that he had to climb up to the ceiling and there was a piece of paper with the word Yes. Yes it is. He had to meet her. Yes it is. My daughter woke up next to me this morning...ahem, every morning...and said I had a wonderful dream about you and then demanded that we fix the broken miniature high chair so that her babies can sit in it. I said ok. Yes it is. This morning someone said, Hello Trouble to me and my response was I haven't been called Trouble since I was jail bait.
Yes it is, it's true, yes it is.
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