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Kenneth Smith Meets The Beatles (1962)
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My rather formal friend,
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spectrum’s opposite end to me,
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always said “Good evening.”
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when greeting my mother.
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(He was fifteen.)
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His demeanour serious,
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mine delirious.
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One day I shouted,
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top of my voice
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“Listen to this.”
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(Beatles first L.P.)
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Please Please Me.
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As usual nothing moved,
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But by the fifth track
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He was drumming one finger
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On the arm of my mum’s settee,
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forgetting his formal greeting
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when she came in and said,
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“That’s too loud,
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turn it down,
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come and eat your tea.”
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28 Dec 17


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