Nineteen hundred and fifty,
There were a lot of girls
Out on the town then,
I was seventeen and
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this poem has quite a build up, a strong one....but where did it go to? i found the ending just fizzled out.... like you were remembering a neighbour or someone like that...... rachael
Mathilde, first 'love conquest'? A learning curve? Never to be forgotten, obviously..................