Also to honor Clarence today, one of his best friends, Bob Mitzman, shares this poem:
I miss his small kiss, Lite as a feather, Like the warm rain, I miss his small kiss.
And the sound of the laughter, Times passes slowly or it seems not at all.
He hugged me on sight, Like a bear would its brother. A man hug that changed me forever, I miss his small kiss.
There's a tear in its place, Not to be seen but its there just the same.
I miss my dear friend who rocked the whole world, with his heart, With his horn, And with his small kiss. Forever...
—Robert Mitzman
Happy birthday, Big Man. We're all feeling your ghost with us today. - January 11, 2013
_________________ It's only Rock 'n' Roll, aber es fühlt sich an wie Liebe
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