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this poem is dedicated to my wonderful son whose band hands out percussion instruments for the audience to join in and play along – the name is fictitious of course this is the martin nar martin travelling multi purpose band playing and performing to every part of the land we play rock jazz country and swing in fact in performance we play any old thing with a line up of artists constantly changing to accommodate as aforesaid our repertoire ranging to suit any pleasure every single musical style thus giving satisfaction every single while come to the concert come and join in play your own music do your own thing we'll give you the backing we'll give you the support join in your harmonies and as a last resort dance to your tunes dance to your flings ladies and gents we perform any old thing this is the martin nar martin travelling multi purpose band playing and performing to every part of the land Vote for this poem
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