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Your poem seriously reminds me of the days of my youth when partying wasn't about a party. It was about relaxing, getting high with a couple of beers or a bottle of Fireball, and having deep conversations about nothing and everything all at the same time. I don't go to those places anymore. Thanks for letting me sit on the porch with you for a moment.

Aw yes, a bottle of fireball, talking about nothing and everything all the same, your always welcome to discuss strange mysteries with me...

Wonderful:) Great that you have joined in:)