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          On a rich mountain
     I forgot about my job as a speech pathologist
 (safely, justly)
          and raised by that rich strictness,
               I made my first poem:

                    'Rotting Roommate'
                         And
                         picked
                         my way
                         back
                         down
                         the mo
                         untain
                         in the
                         dark
                         And
                         dri
                         ppi
                         ng 
                         dow
                         n t
                         hos
                         e s
                         ton
                         y c
                         ons
                         tru
                         cti
                         ons