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Andy Williams<\/strong><\/p>\n When I was young I didn’t get it: Thirty years later, watching them And then I understood. of middle-aged, swinging sex.<\/p>\n <\/p>\n <\/p>\n Greg Freeman<\/strong> http:\/\/www.writeoutloud.net\/profiles\/gregfreeman <\/a>is a former newspaper sub-editor, and now news editor for the poetry website Write Out Loud. His debut pamphlet collection, Trainspotters<\/em> <\/a>, was published by Indigo Dreams in 2015<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":" Andy Williams When I was young I didn’t get it: the crooning, whining, almost girlish voice. Middle of the road, hope I die before I get that old. Music my girlfriend’s parents danced to, waltzing with stern expressions and stiff backs. Thirty years later, watching them still dancing I thought, if we could […]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":4,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"closed","ping_status":"closed","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"_et_pb_use_builder":"","_et_pb_old_content":"","_et_gb_content_width":"","footnotes":""},"categories":[7],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-12265","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-prose-poetry"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/12265","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/4"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=12265"}],"version-history":[{"count":2,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/12265\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":12868,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/12265\/revisions\/12868"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=12265"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=12265"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=12265"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}
\nthe crooning, whining, almost girlish voice.
\nMiddle of the road, hope I die before I get that old.
\nMusic my girlfriend’s parents danced to,
\nwaltzing with stern expressions and stiff backs.<\/p>\n
\nstill dancing I thought,
\nif we could only move like that.
\nWouldn’t it be wonderful?<\/p>\n
\nAndy Williams, so smooth,
\nthe king of cool, whispering in ears
\nthe sweet, persuasive sounds<\/p>\n