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Happy days indeed
When dancing round your handbag on the dance floor was a thing.
When Bowie was major Tom and Elvis was king.
When your only worry was what to ware on a Friday night.
When your tops were midriff and your skirts were tight.
When you got home from the night club and fell through the door.
When you crawled up the stairs being sick on the floor.
When you climbed into bed still wearing your shoes.
The room spinning from too much booze.
Mascara running, lipstick smudged all over your face.
Hair full of sick. what a disgrace
Happy days indeed
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Wendy Evans
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