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          On a pensive mountain
     I was let go from my job as a tile and marble setter
 (obnoxiously)
          and thrown by that pensive thankfulness,
               I wrote my first poem, titled:

                    'Dark Microlight'
                         And
                         picked
                         my way
                         back
                         down
                         the mo
                         untain
                         in the
                         dark
                         And
                         was
                         rea
                         dy