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More Girl Than Boy You'll always be my friend. Is that clear, Robert Lee? We go beyond the weighing of each other's words, hand on a shoulder, go beyond the color of hair. Playing Down the Man on the Field we embraced each other before I discovered girls. You taught me a heavy love for jazz, how words can hurt more than a quick jab. Something there's no word for saved us from the streets. Night's pale horse rode you past common sense, but you made it home from Chicago. So many dreams dead. All the man-sweet gigs meant absolutely nothing. Welcome back to earth, Robert. You always could make that piano talk like somebody's mama. 62 N EON V ERN A C U L A R ...

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