The thick sheet unrolls,
His face uncurling to flatten down the wall.
He stares with regal haughtiness,
Eyelids dropped like camera shutters
Poised mid-flash.
The long exquisite nose;
The fine porcelain lips;
The dead face returned
To proud eternal youthfulness
Beneath a tossed mop of hair.

Liz Bergen has been a Beatlemaniac for almost two years.  She is sixteen, and this is her first published poetry.  She currently attends high school in South Carolina, driving her friends nuts with meaningless trivia about how many earrings Ringo has in his left ear (three).  Her room is plastered with Beatles pictures, most printed from the computer or cut from newspapers, but also with four posters. One of these provided the spark for her little poem.

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