FOR SO LONG I RODE
THE HIGHLINE
And it was never deserving of praise. The name
lame-brain was invented there too, though never
deserving of the praise it drew. Now? My teeth
have left my jaw, and my eyes are dizzy and raw.
Wandering circles, some Irish beauty falls flat.
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There's a brutish monster at the end of this
parade, with a flair for the dramatic in it glade:
driving out snakes was just one task, but it took
forever and it never did get done. See the green
valley below? Leprechauns travel these paths.
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