Stagger Like a Drunkard

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How were we marooned to the outer city?

they nabbed the gems we mined

then kicked in the beams we crafted

and pilfered the art we fashioned

But they could not take the songs we sang

those we forsook unwittingly

when it dawned on us

that we went wanting

for a most precious necessity

They took our books!

Except we read,

we stagger like a drunkard

across the intellectual landscape ~

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