Roll out Ferndale,
roll out Fortuna,
our arms open wide,
roll out your tired, your trodden,
your unrecyclables.
Eureka, do not, do not self-haul,
nothing goes away Arcata,
cycle be unbroken,
arrows of our last triangulating hope,
please, please roll back,
brimming boxcars of boraxed absolution,
oh do not, do not stop.
So briefly we will touch you,
hold you on your way,
be ever, ever
on your way
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