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          On a theoretical mountain
     I abandoned my job as a motor vehicle inspector
 (at night, anxiously)
          and chosen by that theoretical bounteousness,
               I made my first poem:

                    'Fantastic Attaboy'
                         And I
                         I was
                         laid
                         off
                         from
                         that  
                         mounta
                         in
                         And
                         pic
                         ked
                         my
                         way
                         bac
                         k d
                         own
                         the
                         mou
                         nta
                         in
                         in
                         the
                         dar
                         k