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The cha cha bar was slidingand we swam across the Scotchman on the rocks(so many rocks . . . and glass and sand.)
In shock we docked in Fish Head Harbourwhere the lights were dimmed.(
Locked in, we couldn't see a thing . . . )
The floor was tin,the sky was oil,the air was poisoned lagerand the juke box pumped out schlagerbecause no-one pulled the plugs(so many plugs . . . and sparks.)
The live wives kept us dancing.
Dance in brine, dance in seaweed.
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