I’ll do my best to recall, and explain
What I remember, despite it all ablurred...
Though such an effort may well be in vain,
As the whole night was nothing but absurd.
There were dancers swinging from the ceiling,
And the crowd was aloud with laughs. Awe. Sweat.
Joker, Harley, Blinders, and a feeling
That we all know as the "Bar Lafayette".
But, words are a futile tool in relaying
What thrills we will, and still, recount since then.
These do not compare to songs replaying
In our heads; that transport us there again.
If I could describe the fun, I’d attest
That only memory describes it best.
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