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Football Burt

So tender in years,
my heart still unhurt,
I remember his name,
sexy football Burt.

All the girls,
would moan, and sigh,
every time,
this hunk passed by.

Not a beauty,
I was tall, and lean,
some called me beanpole,
kids can be so mean.

So unnoticed,
and so very shy,
if a guy spoke to me,
I would nearly die.

My face turned red,
as my heart raced crazy wild,
it happened every time,
a guy would smile.

Then it seemed,
a change came overnight,
my clothes started clinging,
to my curves overnight.

My hair started growing,
and the color changed,
the sunshine had bleached it,
or that was what I claimed.

Enjoying my freshman year
in my mini skirt,
a high school girl,
learning to flirt.

So tender in years,
my heart still unhurt,
I remember his name,
sexy football Burt.

Copyright © | Year Posted 2009

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Date: 5/30/2009 2:20:00 AM
Excellent poem Christy, takes me back to High School, i wish i was there to witness the change, i bet you looked koolio>James
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Date: 3/5/2009 6:10:00 AM
how did I miss this this was fantastic!!!
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Date: 2/28/2009 8:35:00 AM
i just love this it made me smile. I too ws called bean pole and then overnight a swan from duck became. Light and joyful. cat could you please soup mail me, I do not know how and I would like to ask youa couple of ??? Thank you.
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Date: 2/27/2009 12:35:00 PM
Christy, great poem! It made me think of Burt Reynolds, who used to play football for Florida State here in Tallahassee. Could it be he was your "football Burt"? Carolyn
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Date: 2/27/2009 4:21:00 AM
This is so well done Christy. I love the movement of the piece and your words tell the story so well.
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Date: 2/26/2009 11:01:00 PM
Wow I can just picture you now. I just wished we could go through a change that we are happy with and stay that way, wouldn't that be grand. blessings ,Ron
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