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And so we sit,
All attentive and respectfully
Face to face
In fairy circle mode.
Awash in each others’ droning monologues.
Eyes wide open,
We politely doze,
Despite occasional flashes of dialogue
That emerge and recede
Like gloworms in the dark
Abys of unrequited expectations.
So like all those other meetings
Where groups of folk can meet
And decide that nothing can be done.
But hey! The food supply is great,
There’s promise of drinks to come,
And it’s a break from the
Usual computer bound non-lunch.
Burying our opinions
In happily full stomachs,
We mentally go to another place...
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