At twelve my friends read Teenbeat and wrote to Peter Frampton Hung staple-scarred Leif Garret posters by their beds It all seemed rather shallow, (my love was more mature) It was the kind that ripped an adolescent heart to shreds All week I'd dream about him in science and in math class I couldn't eat I couldn't sleep Âtil Saturday arrived Then I'd don my macram
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