The Tracks Of My Years

We sat cross legged in summer dusk

A smoky haze passing through

Admired artwork airbrushed

In fantastic swirls of colour

Reading words in synchronised

Staccato with the music

Flowing from the stereo

Simpler times

Longer hair

No aching joints

I wish we could do that again

But friends disappear like exhaled smoke

And some a...

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When I go to the disco I always seem to find

This is the best possible place for me to unwind.

There's loud music with smoke and flashing lights,

With everyone excited at the noise and these sights.

One can dance all night or just soak up the fun,

And whatever may happen, the party goes on.

One must hear the rhythm, then move to the beat,

While you jig or boogie or shuffl...

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