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I wipe a cloth
over the glass
every blemish disappears
A quiet smile
looking through it
never seen the world so clear
And then, a bird
hits the window
I wipe a cloth
over the glass
every blemish disappears
A quiet smile
looking through it
never seen the world so clear
And then, a bird
hits the window
Stuart is not touring at this time.
Razor-sharp improv. Lurking amid the minutiae of his observations on life and the Universe are some startling insights. Davis pulls off the most elusive of party tricks...Even the gods were grinning.