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Saved my bhikkucitos

for the holy hair

that was found wanting

in merde air –

Ninety devils jokin with me

And I’m running on the catwalk

At Margaritee

Jumping from car to car

In a 60 mile freight

Runnin up the pass maw

Tunnel Gore waited Ore

The fantastic steelsmoke

In choke mad tunnels

of Timbercountry Calif.

where if I’d-a fell,

I’d-a fell on peb pebbles

of sore iron grit,

of hard put to it

Importunate fool that I was,

I raved to fight Saviors

Instead of listening in

To the Light – still a fool