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SUNDAY EVENING. CONCERT TIME:
At which my yard man and I join three friends;
Are treated to several types of entertainment;



Convince two of our friends to follow us up (down) to
to the stage, where the dancing mob is growing in size and
working itself into a frenzy of body motions;



Have a grand old time doing likewise!*



*Sadly, I fear I'm speaking only for myself. All three friends just laughed when I said, "Come on, dance!" And that yard man, he was standing behind me. When the final encore ended, I was exhausted and exhilarated. "Wow, that was terrific!" I exclaimed. "Did you dance?"
He shrugged his shoulders.
Tsk. Tsk.

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