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	<title>Comments on: Wayne Wright Sharing Whole Notes</title>
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		<title>By: Joe Brice</title>
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		<description>I met Wayne only once, I worked on Main Street in flushing NY in a record store just a few stores down from the shoe store his daughter Nancy worked. Both stores closed about the same time and I would give Nancy a ride home. A beautiful person that stold my heart. Nancy introduced me to her dad in front of their house and told him that I also played guitar. From that time I listened to his music but was always to damn shy to approch him. What a loss we all share. Nancy, if you read this please feel free to contact me.</description>
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