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Songs never sung

"He would write on hotel pads and things, cocktail napkins, tissues. He would grab something out of my purse if he had an idea, a line or a couple of lines.

"When he got home and clicked into that mode, he would gather up all these little bits and pieces. He would play his guitar, I would hear him vamping repeatedly on a piece, really focused and trying things out..."

Judy Buckley Llewellyn

I can't love you like Sunlite

the radio is playing
& and the bed is unmade
the cards are on the table
by a glass of lemonade

I can't love you like Sunlite
in the heat of July
I can't burn on so brightly
now that we've said goodbye


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