He danced with all passion
In his mind, when he had
Ayoung blonde to dance with,
supine was his body,
Rocked, yelled and gyrated
With the lass dancing by,
Sheer pleasure on his face,
The night lapsing by
In silence to their undulations,
When the party was over,
He left with a sigh,
But of satisfaction
Of winning a million beauties.
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