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Zuga United Dancers bring a show for lenient brats and open-minded tweens.
In a white, so white hall is a white and squeaky door
Behind that white squeaky door the dazzling light, bedazzling us
In that dazzling light a coat rack in the corner creaks
There hangs a coat, tucked in a sack
A scared little Lego-piece stowed away in the pocket
A pink handkerchief reaching its hand to it kindly
On the floor a white and very useful rug unrolls itself joyfully
Under the rug a cadaver, limp and loitering, is hiding
Flying near to the ceiling – a balloon, blushing and high on happiness
Its wish to hover and hover up there was granted