Just sitting back relaxing, listening to rhythms being played
by "Cold Front" band, keeping freedom free here at the Wagon
Yard, always able to have a good time.
Dancing, conversing, being with like minds, so tenderly taking
in anyone who's looking for a great time, people meeting that
special love to spend a lifetime dancing with.
A spiritual underlying rhythm filling anyone coming into this
wonderful, fabulous place to spend an evening with music touch-
ing minds and intellects, a gracious atmosphere filled with fun.
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