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The word is out in Tobermory. They’ve ordered extra beer, Not quite sure of the date, But it’s certainly this year, Alan’s guitar is fifty Same model Old Hank played And Alan swears by his name The finest guitar ever made. And he’s giving it a party Full of booze and song And he’s told all his mates Welcome to come along. That old acoustic Martin With him since just a lad, Cheered him in the good times, Cheered him in the bad, For Alan plays a Martin And offers up his thanks For it’s not just a Martin but Same model played by Hank. Now he’s giving it a party. Sometime this very year. The word is out in Tobermory, And they’ve ordered extra beer. Vote for this poem
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