Joy Lovelet Crawford (December 8th 1963 / Montego Bay, St. James, Jamaica. W.I)
Rhythm beating, feet stamping, lights flickering, people shouting
The music beats heavily, it vibrates within the soul, the steam rises from the dance floor, the lights red, blue, pink and flickering silver capture the dancers
The person scream, shout, gasps at the peak of this sensational climax, then suddenly
Shouts, screams, gasps at the power failure, the emotions change but not the peak
The people argue, fuss, fight and bite as the eruption of the agony takes place.
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