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          On a perceptible mountain
     I walked off my job as a proofreader and copy marker
 (ecstatically)
          and backed by that perceptible boastfulness,
               I wrote my first poem, titled:

                    'Humid Cowboy'
                         And
                         held
                         my
                         breath
                         for
                         the ap
                         plause
                         And
                         nev
                         er 
                         wen
                         t h
                         ome