I hail from a hailless land,
Like a flea hopped on a hairless head,
Missing misting misanthropic,
Balding scalding showers.
I hail from a hailless land,
No hail nor filléd pail of rain,
Nor sleet nor heat when melt again,
No snow, a desert biopic.
I hail from a hailless land,
I sail about my first spring bout,
I muddle forest with the jungle,
My mind in one big tangled bungle, because I see a wet bug - me, myopic.
I hail from a hailless land,
Likely decisive, light correctéd,
The hot then cooléd cooler topic,
I for once can face forefront.
I hail from a hailless land,
At first this new land I could hardly stand:
Now Cali can stay in its bubbl’d sand,
Not a bubble to face forefront except to expect its veil of dust, myopic.
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