Out of the blue came Lester Lang, that singing thang, and father of my niece Chenaanah. Of course there’s mi otra sobrina Shalimar who was born a star and had a group named after her.
The Goddess Keedah consented to dance with Bernard Toller and not too tight did he hold her. He just let her flow.
Tyrone dived in wearing beige along with me and everyone asked “are you two family?”
Of course we were. We were and are all related anywho, old and new, dancers, staff, and crew.
With all that went on and down there were times we were at ONE.
Perfectly.
The rest of the poem is missing…