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I hear once more the lyrics of this song I'm listening to- a gentle blast from my very youthful past, and I am back in middle school, an attractive skinny girl despite the horn rimmed glasses which have gotten me the nickname of “Four eyes” and the large beehive hairdo I have to rat with my comb painstakingly each morning. I am in the music room of my eighth grade practicing with Swing Choir, the group that I’ve auditioned for and am thrilled to be a part of. A cute boy stands tall among all the others in the back row of the male section. We are all singing - “This Guy’s in Love. This guy’s in love with You.” My heart is pounding with the melody as I watch my current crush so longingly, imagining he sings the words to me alone. Could my life yet to be lived ever compare to my happiest vivid daydreams? “When you smile, I can tell we know each other very well.” I think he sees me watching him. I look away. This scene will be replayed again and again in other classrooms where I’ll be watching other boys that I'll be crushing on and hoping they are watching me as well. But now, just for now - I sing the words with my group - “Don’t let my heart keep breaking. . .” My soul fills with teenage angst. Oh to be young again with such sweet aching not yet knowing I’ll soon be getting walked home from school by that cute tall boy named Chico. Written Feb. 7, 2016 for the Solitary Moments Poetry Contest of Mystic Rose The song is "This Guy's in Love" written by Burt Bacharach and performed byHerb Alpert & The Tijuana Brass. (please hear it in the link above)

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Date: 4/23/2016 1:11:00 PM
The irony is that there were (most likely) boys (or girls) looking and thinking of you in a similar fashion -- whose feelings were (most likely) never to be acknowledged or reciprocated.... ;-)
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Date: 2/11/2016 9:08:00 AM
A wonder and a bliss, your lines have given my heart a kiss and I am glad on your page, I did not suffer a miss. An outright 7 dear colleague
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Date: 2/11/2016 8:37:00 AM
I longed to be in that choir like my older sister, yet when I auditioned I was in my stupid gym suit and hot and sweaty from running in to it. Then the man asked me to sing I feel pretty. I didn't feel pretty so I think I blew it. I should have made it fun and sang with gusto, I feel sweaty. Great job sis.
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Date: 2/11/2016 3:58:00 PM
I remember that story, Jenny!!
Date: 2/11/2016 6:40:00 AM
Well, you may be past that stage in life now, but you haven't forgotten what it was like. Our minds were filled with possibilities. All great fun. We still have choices to make every day.
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Date: 2/9/2016 3:08:00 PM
Andrea, congrats on your placement in the contest! "“When you smile, I can tell we know each other very well.” I love this verse..Wonderful write...-luloo *smiles*
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Date: 2/9/2016 1:52:00 PM
Andrea, Congratulations on your "Solitary Moment win." LINDA
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Date: 2/9/2016 1:30:00 PM
Congratulations, Andrea for this prize winning poem. Peace
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Date: 2/9/2016 9:20:00 AM
Oh indeed, to be young again. Good luck in the contest, Andrea DMB
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Date: 2/9/2016 9:17:00 AM
Oh the memories, my young life was nothing more then one long daydream. Enjoyed your poem.
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Date: 2/9/2016 6:32:00 AM
Great write, Andrea. High school crushes, whew. Nice to see you were in the choir, I was in the band. Good luck in contest.
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Date: 2/8/2016 10:10:00 PM
I really like this one Andrea, I listened to the song while reading it! Amazing and brings back memories for sure!
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Date: 2/8/2016 8:07:00 PM
And yet another trip into Nostalgia Land! You mention you were called "Four Eyes" in your School Days. Is it strange that when I was younger I used to want to wear glasses because I thought it made me look smarter? Never needed them though. I wonder where Chico is now? Good poem.
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Date: 2/8/2016 5:57:00 PM
A unique and sincere write of the old school days Andrea! Keith;-)
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Date: 2/8/2016 4:41:00 PM
A wonderful memory Andrea. You had me thinking of all my crushes throughout my school years.
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