Disco night dancing
Lights flashing across floor
Maurice, Barry, Robin
Oh how I loved that era
Coin jukebox blaring
You should be dancing
Saturday night fever craze
Bee Gees remembered
I am a retired R. N. who loves to write poetry and fiction. I have just found recently that I love to write flash fiction with a twist. I write on hub pages.com. under the name of always exploring- AKA Ruby Fuller.
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Laddie, sing me home! Samantha awoke from a dream with those words on her lips. It was hot and humid.
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