Forty-Fives And Thirty-Sixes

Soon to be in the seventh grade, in July, nineteen fifty-seven;
I became a mature twelve year old, no longer a childish eleven!
I took some of my birthday money, started collecting the best-known tunes;
Those wonderful Forty-Five rpms, my favorite artists crooned!
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Elvis Presley and Little Richard, the Everly Brothers too;
Bill Haley and His Comets, just to name a few!
All I thought of were those Forty-Fives, I listened to them every day;
Just pass by my bedroom door, and you’d hear them loudly play!
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Then in the Fall of nineteen fifty-eight, my High School years began;
As well as did my puberty, I was becoming a female conscious man!
A new gauge then became important, the size of a female’s chest;
I walked through the High School hallways, searching for the largest breasts!
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The magic number was Thirty-Six, those gorgeous mountain tops;
They would put me in hypnotic state, as I watched them flip and flop!
My Forty-Fives then took a back seat, to those record breaking boobs;
Which incited such an instant growth, on my horny little tube!
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                                Bye-bye Forty-Fives
                          Hello you beautiful breasts
                                 Music to my ears