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1977
When Donna Summer was Queen of the disco scene
the drought of seventy -five was just a memory,
and in that torrid summer I burst with lust
northbound to Scarborough
home of Max Jaffa who reigned in the dancers
to sweet cascades
revived from fish suppers and the esplanades.
My right foot down the motorway
for temptation's fresh embrace
with Debbie, dancer at the Floral Ha...
Tuesday 23rd August 2016 9:22 pm
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