With his leonine face,
Young for his age,
A little unsteadily he
Climbs onto the stage,
Adjusts the microphone
From his special chair
Benevolently regarding us
All eagerly waiting there.
A raconteur, a story teller,
He explains his song choice
Then holds us all captive
With the power of his voice.
Songs of the sea
Songs of a different age
Songs of life and politics
As...
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