Vicks, sweaty hugs and firm handshakes.
Your jaw break dancing til it aches.
Hands in the air when the piano breaks.
There is no religion, race
Or the other things used to separate us
When we are on the dance floor,
Everyone yeeeoooos the same,
Everyone there to escape the Grey clouds,
The 9 to 5 and half hour lunch break.
Your soon to be favorite song plays,
As you dance with your squad,
Your chosen family.
A life time of memories,
As the next song comes in.
And you can't help share everything.
Not even thinking about
how much gravy you'll need
To make it through Sunday lunch/dinner,
Because tonight you're onto a winner.
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