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In Remembrance of Bob Switzer, by Cheryl:
Haze of Blues
Shiny white shoes
Pirate smile
I know there's a bit of insanity in there
I've touched it
In days of summer sun
The indifferent rains of autumn
And watched you bend.
Vinyl, Product, Musical Taste
You left much too early
In such soul pain and uncertainty.
No chance for a hug goodbye
As you paid the ultimate in dues.
An early morning
Sunshine through the window
Your spotlight
Shirtless, shoeless and alive
Pants down to the navel
Your eyes so full of music,
Buddy Holly at his best.
As I watch you jump and jive
Mr. Bojangles and his hair dancing.
Smiles.
Carefree Radio days,
A collage of emotion
Growing
Hurting
Learning.
You were always my compass,
Your heart open as wide as the ocean
As you talked non-stop
I knew you were listening to me
The advice you gave was never a line.
Missing You My Dear Old Friend
Aching for your voice
You were my constant and my rock
And now I've become an island.
~Cheryl
You were right. Sweet Dreams, Baby.
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