Random Rhymes From An Expat Living A Long Way From Home
Friday, December 9, 2016
Disco Is Dead
All was well, placid, controlled
Until someone started the beats
All funky, the bass and drums,
Propelled us out of our seats,
Into a happy throbbing dance,
Primal rhythm, we lost ourselves
In it, lost in an ancient trance...
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