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At 17

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  • 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 beautify
      At seventeen I learned the truth
      And those of us with ravaged faces
      Lacking in the social graces
      Desp'rately remained at home
      Inventing lovers on the phone
      Ian Janis
      Who called to say "Come dance with me"
      And murmered vague obscenities
      It isn't all it seems at seventeen
      A brown eyed girl in hand-me-downs
      Whose name I never could pronounce
      Said, "Pity, please, the ones who serve
      They only get what they deserve.
      The rich relationed hometown queen
      Marries into what she needs
      A guarantee of company
      And haven for the elderly"
      Remember those who win the game
      Lose the love they sought to gain
      In debentures of quality
      And dubious integrity
      In dull surprise when payment due
      Exceeds accounts received at seventeen
      To those of us who knew the pain
      Of valentines that never came
      And those whose names were never called
      When choosing sides for basketball
      It was long ago and far away
      The world was younger than today
      And dreams were all they gave for free
      To ugly ducking girls like me
      We all play the game and when we dare
      To cheat ourselves at solitaire
      Inventing lovers on the phone
      Repenting other lives unknown
      That call and say, "Come dance with me"
      And murmur vague obscenities
      At ugly girls like me at 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 beautify
      At seventeen I learned the truth
      And those of us with ravaged faces
      Lacking in the social graces
      Desp'rately remained at home
      Inventing lovers on the phone
      Ian Janis
      Who called to say "Come dance with me"
      And murmered vague obscenities
      It isn't all it seems at seventeen
      A brown eyed girl in hand-me-downs
      Whose name I never could pronounce
      Said, "Pity, please, the ones who serve
      They only get what they deserve.
      The rich relationed hometown queen
      Marries into what she needs
      A guarantee of company
      And haven for the elderly"
      Remember those who win the game
      Lose the love they sought to gain
      In debentures of quality
      And dubious integrity
      In dull surprise when payment due
      Exceeds accounts received at seventeen
      To those of us who knew the pain
      Of valentines that never came
      And those whose names were never called
      When choosing sides for basketball
      It was long ago and far away
      The world was younger than today
      And dreams were all they gave for free
      To ugly ducking girls like me
      We all play the game and when we dare
      To cheat ourselves at solitaire
      Inventing lovers on the phone
      Repenting other lives unknown
      That call and say, "Come dance with me"
      And murmur vague obscenities
      At ugly girls like me at seventeen