Grant Hart

In Nineteen Hundred and Eighty Six
To Camden, its Ballroom Electrick,
We pilgrims did wend our way
To praise the great band of the day
Do you remember, a friend recently enquired
How as he played, he perspired?
I laughed and said
Forget the sweat, his feet bled
And we raised a glass to his perfect art
Grant Hart

(Grant Hart 1961-2017)

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