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Poetry originally published in Blue Eyes and Blue Jeans by Linda McGee in 1995.

Wha’d’ya want from me, golden boy?

All you gotta do is claim it.

Anything that’ll bring you joy—

Just name it.

Your sense of humor’s like none on earth.

Well, I can be dafter;

I can be anything that’s worth

The price of your laughter.

I’ve had friends before, two or three

(Never forget old what’s-his-name),

But this one tastes of eternity—

It ain’t the same.

We’re great on the streets. Our teamwork melds.

I shudder to think how much I’d miss it.

But I get the feeling there’s something else—

What is it?

I’d give you the moon in a frying pan,

Or a new guitar string, looped and knotted.

Give you puttees from Pakistan,

Plaid or paisley or polka-dotted.

Wha’d’ya want from me, sunshine man?

Give you anything I can,

Anything in the wide world’s span—

You got it.

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