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Max Roach is dead
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I waited till I saw the Fall / I don't know why I didn't call / I left you by the downtown mall / I don't know why I didn't call / I don't know why I didn't call / When I saw the autumn leaves / Floating on t
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velvety whispers / coat listeners with pale sheets / of silky swing tunes /
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Leaning against a street lamp, / smoky rhythms pour out / mixed with the haze; / hat brim resting below the eyes, / casting features in shadow. / An open case / rests beside my feet / waiting for passerbyby Zephyr Aryn 27 lines, 4 comments, on Jun 19 8:57 AM 2007. In Thoughts, My own style, Jazz, Music, Contest
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i dono, just came to mind
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Oo-wee! Parker
be rollin’ and a-stirrin’
in his grave -
Your trust is abused
as your heart sees -
Guy, my bouncer's daddy
was a blues man -
What do you think, when you think “jazz”?
What do I think?
Well, I think…
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