Barry Weedon Poems

In the back seat of an old car
Tender thrilled hands cup a young heartbeat for the first time
And unaccustomed kisses slip strange joy from mouth to mouth
Darling Belinda
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When I was young my hair grew thick, and Brylcreem made it stiff:
I carved a parting ruler-straight, and a sculptured wavy quiff.

My hairline never bothered me, and I paid it little heed,
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(Or - If you twist my arm, a Gordon's for me)

When the good Lord created bonnie Scotland
It's hard to fathom out his state of mind;
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