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          On a bitter mountain
     I quit my job as an insulation installer
 (kindly)
          and buoyed by that bitter droughtiness,
               I wrote my first poem, titled:

                    'Natural Morning'
                         And
                         picked
                         my way
                         back
                         down
                         the mo
                         untain
                         in the
                         dark
                         And
                         pat
                         ien
                         tly
                         wai
                         ted