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          On a foreign mountain
     I forgot about my job as a cook (cafeteria)
 (angrily)
          and seen by that foreign plenteousness,
               I wrote my first poem, titled:

                    'Opulent Figurehead'
                         And
                         waited
                         for my
                         phone
                         to
                         ring
                         And
                         I I
                         was
                         lai
                         d
                         off
                         fro
                         m t
                         hat
                         mou
                         nta
                         in