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          On a joyous mountain
     I walked off my job as a golf course superintendent
 (lazily, it's already a dream)
          and cradled by that joyous nucleophilicity,
               I made my first poem:

                    'Bizarre Air Conditioner'
                         And
                         picked
                         my way
                         back
                         down
                         the mo
                         untain
                         in the
                         dark
                         And
                         was
                         sat
                         isf
                         ied