This is an hypothesis I found,
Pinched it off the ground,
(maybe 'twas one's discard)
And I've been testing it.
Don't think less of me
That this philosophy
Runs contrary
To your creature comforts,
It irked me too
Like my first Roquefort,
But it's growing on me.
It might pan,
Or I might leave it on new ground.
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