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          On a weird mountain
     I walked off my job as a photo-optics technician
 (happily)
          and accused by that weird pneumaticity,
               I wrote my first poem, titled:

                    'Pathological Crossroads'
                         And dr
                         ipping
                         down
                         those
                         stony 
                         constr
                         uction
                         s
                         And
                         mad
                         e
                         my 
                         hom
                         e t
                         her
                         e