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After the Show

How long before I feel myself again?
I never was that other man and yet
He stole my life for weeks, his rocky zen
My sleeplessness, his strings my fret.

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1 MAS { 11.29.08 at 7:13 pm }

So how was is? Besides survivable.

2 Mike { 11.29.08 at 8:51 pm }

Pretty good, after all – but I never again want to play a song from Gary Puckett and the Union Gap. We (Baker’s Boys) might actually add The Zombies “She’s Not There” to one of our set lists.

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