Babies cry, we wonder why, we observe their diapers.
We read signs, very solemn and silent, to decipher a diaper.
In a diaper, we see neither blood nor bone, and hope it isn’t a pamper.
A pamper of a river Nile, a papyrus of sheepskin.
Somewhere up there they used sheepskin as a condom?
Spam of Human Affection 
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