haircut one hundred ~ by weaver’s docks
underneath the arches was a barber shop that
moved to the swing bridge over the river tawe
then next to the pub under the railway bridge
mr ellis was his name and he had little hair as
locks from my hair fell in this tale
for yesterday i did have some hair
today i tell this tale and it’s not a pony tale
for yesterday things were different
for example
the swing bridge by the cuba inn
never swung
and the flour mill has been demolished
ships no longer call
trams no longer run on the tracks over the bridge
where our cycle wheels got stuck
and looking up was
well it was always looking up in those days
look around you
remember what was over there
in them days
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