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          On an important mountain
     I rage quit my job as a ceramic engineer
 (lazily, in fear)
          and goaded by that important snappiness,
               I made my first poem:

                    'Cheery Stab'
                         And
                         slept
                         there
                         And
                         wai
                         ted
                         for
                         the
                         mou
                         nta
                         in
                         to 
                         rea
                         d
                         it