House Burning

Burning down the house
Thunders through the air
Reverberating through the crowd
Waiting
Standing
For the crowd to thin
For dancing to begin
But it doesn’t
Little more than a shuffle
Undulating masses
Upon the dance floor
In time with the music
All patrons
Young and old
Those who grew up
With this music
Those who grew up
With their parents
Blaring this music
Were one

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