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          On a perfectible mountain
     I was fired from my job as an orthodontic assistant
 (at dawn, at night)
          and supported by that perfectible waeness,
               I made my first poem:

                    'Symbolic Retaliation'
                         And I
                         I quit
                         that  
                         mounta
                         in
                         and
                         bea
                         med
                         poo
                         rly
                         in
                         the
                         dar
                         k