Bogart's Crowd
Deafening crowd,
Definitely shout,
Defyingly loud,
Undeniably wow’d.
Hands stretched to the ceiling.
Sweat beaded faces.
Driven by the feeling.
Adrenal speed races.
Been here before,
But never quite so right.
It’s in the air tonight.
My kind of night!
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