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Originally Posted by kennyc
Seems your life goes in seventeens, mine goes in thirteens.
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When I was seventeen it was a very good year
It was a very good year for small town girls and soft summer nights
We'd hide from the lights on the village green
When I was seventeen
I learned the truth at seventeen that love was meant for beauty queens
And high school girls with clear-skinned smiles who married young and
then
retired.
The valentines I never knew, the Friday night charades of youth
Were spent on one more beautiful. At seventeen I learned the truth.
And those of us with ravaged faces, lacking in the social graces,
Desperately remained at home, inventing lovers on the phone
Who called to say, "Come dance with me," and murmured vague
obscenities.
It isn't all it seems at seventeen.
Stitchawl