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I got my first real six-string
Bought it at the five-and-dime
Played 'til my fingers bled
It was summer of '69
The guys we met last week
We were supposed to meet
At ten was our date
But for us they did not wait
They did give us a ring
Our phone not working
We went karaoke anyway
And later found out so did they
At the Donkey, Blake met us
His friends came too
Starting at Flyte Tyme
Amy and I already had a few
We had lots of fun singing
Ordering drinks and drinking
Singing old and new
And punk just a few
Amy the skulling star
Beat the boys by far
Campari Orange and beer
Now singing with no fear
Came through the door
A stranger we saw
Drank some beer then went
No money he spent
Amy and I roaming the halls
Entering rooms, we had balls
Our date friends we bumped into
Said to us "where were you?"
A misunderstood invitation
Lost in translation!
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BlackManx
Amy Hall
Sick
No jokes this time, but great poem!! Your so clever.