Straw-man Soliloquy

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And so it is that

I am found;

Over fallow fields

And hallowed ground.

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Over bare bedrock

I stride barefoot,

With calloused feet

And lame plot hook.

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The beta and the psi,

Not quite covering all.

The third bolt on the gate.

The break in the fall.

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And so it is that

I am found;

Across suburban street,

Past the city pound.

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Skating over tarmac,

Glide on concrete.

This cityscape steppe is

A landscape of bleak.

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Iron-wrought gate leads

to where he rests his head;

this man of straw

has no need for his bed.