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His life was all about keeping the beat
Tickling the ivories slowly sweet or fleet
Slightly falsetto husky voice caressing each word
Eyes giving that sidelong peep
He drew big crowds
Common people and the elite
And when some Dolly landed in his lap
No music was ever so complete
Fats Waller--1904-1943
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