Eric never asked a question,
Stevie couldn't answer
As hearts aspire, their stage on fire,
the Garden's roof asunder
One lick and then another,
with Clapton our new mother
As Winwood melts a father's keys,
—to hell with heaven's thunder
(Villanova Pennsylvania: June,2017)
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