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It was the 60s 

I had probably been shouting my argument
but then again so was she
Straw men were easily constructed
and demolished , swaying no one.
"What could possibly happen to make you think that was OK?"
was my final question.

It was the 60's she said
shrugged, turned back to the book
she had been originally torn from 
by my shouting at the TV.
The Zeitgeist she offered as an apology 
or justification
had passed into lore before I was born.

leaving me trying to remember
the only Dylan song I knew.

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