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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



the Queen of my parade

the peacock walks
and now the drunks
the cowboys& the scholars
the little kids the Baseball stars
the strippers throwing dollars


oh I can hear them marching
way down the promenade
& I can see her coming
the queen of my parade


 


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