Dancing People –

Transgender Discotheque, Get-down-Get-down – it’s old, red and black shoes point at their opposites
Just like ‘The Night’, some surgery only half-way through, mistakes made
Cabs hailed from sidewalks, take two men, two women, take to the next place on a glitter ball itinerary
Cocktails, as dollar bills put weight on thongs of sliding pole one hundred percenters
Crazy turning cloud bursts, sexless hangovers
Ancient Syrians wrote down laws – no naked women to bathe with eunuchs, no men to wear gold, curl their hair

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