In pursuit of happiness,
Off into the night they went,
Each imbibing their own form
Of social lubricant,
Happiness not a place
To go to, or find,
Rather a precious, transient
State of mind...
Off into the night they went,
Each imbibing their own form
Of social lubricant,
Happiness not a place
To go to, or find,
Rather a precious, transient
State of mind...
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