I just noticed the redundancy of the fourth and seventh lines. Let me see: As I contemplate a heap Of feces five miles deep I wonder where's the smartest place to start? I back up and turn around And head for distant higher ground Where breathing doesn't jeopardize my heart Then, one final glance around At that steaming, fetid mound, And I wondered why I'd ever wandered there For the world is filled with beauty And it's every person's duty To light a match when they befoul the air Oh, well. Charles
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