Strutting across the dance floor,
Like peacocks in the park,
Six inch heels and high waist flares,
Smooching in the dark,
Disco lights and divas,
Waiting for that sign,
A wink of the eye,
A cheesy grin,
And a nod to say your mine,
Feel the funky music,
Rocking all the way,
Swallow up the nightlife,
Let your body sway.
Young, free, without a care,
Part of the disco scene,
Memories of the Seventies,
When I was just Sixteen.
Jayne Louise Davies
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