FebulousFebruary 2025: Lost and Found

Dance, drink, be merry

Don’t speak, don’t sit and think

Get up and dance!

The dance is where we let it go,

The dance is where we act as free.

The dance is all we have right now,

So, let’s be wild, you and me.

And then the dance it is no more,

The floor’s a mess, the head is sore

And still we have so much unsaid.

Ah fuck it, let’s just go to bed…

Deb Crossley, Thanet