By day the Conga played, the drinks were mixed, ceiling fans cooled malaise, beans and rice were consumed, but come closing time, the unplugged became wired, to life all came, the malts did waltz, the coca went for broke, by next day, not a word spoke, how by the back door, Heinz and Hot Crystal saucalita were found lying on the floor, I'll never say....
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