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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?
(Word Count: 67)