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Blues After Miles (So What?)

This is called.......................So What? This is called.......................Comping. (solo) So you think you know the rhyme? So What? So you think you know the reason? So what So you think you know the ..............seasons that frame my mind?.........................So what? So you think you can refine? So What? So you think you can determine? So What? So you think you'll steal the...........essence of all that's mine?............................So What? (solo) Well, you can't and you never will, and I know that, that I can take off and leave you standing there still. So what does that, what does that mean to me? I don't think about it, and I probably never, never will. So what does that mean to you? It means you need to find it, need to find your own dam voice. Nothing too cute yet, you can't, can't think about it too much. Oh well, I've told you once or twice, maybe, maybe much more than that, that none of this comes easy to me. Baby I worked my ass off. It takes more than practice or some mental exercise to do what I do. It depends, it depends on you my friend, if you want to play, really play, really play with me. Give it a try now, I'm willing to listen to you, my friend, give it a try right now.

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Date: 3/30/2019 3:03:00 PM
I'm glad to find your poems. I just wanted to say that I enjoyed Laundromat Madonna & East Brothers Light Station a lot. -Richard
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