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Guzzling pints of beer with Deep Purple in the background rupturing our ear drums

Deliberating over Gin & Tonic, sexual liberation, Foucalt and Marquez

Hammering out complicated tax structures that generated reasonable incomes

Achingly close yet oblivious to a variation that sent me careening towards a maze

Where did we err or was it just me?

Did we lose our way or was I too blind to see?

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