The tramp has travels, on and off the scene,
The tramp was on to Queens, its own kind of swamp, and part of the NYC screen, green, and generally green and blue,
Travel-tramped to NJ, on to Hoboken, for a screening, on the off ramp, preening,
Later, tramp derived, undeprived, searching urchin for a clue, to come unglue, urging, in Mannahattas.
Central Park, that is, and in a jiffy, feeling spiffy, eating big mac damage, from collosssus, tucked in a bustle,
A hustle and a bustle, and a need to go refined, to serve, in bona fides, for some respite, lickety split, the soul — the soul– reviving.
Some solemn soul, of aboriginal, in cost a love of cutting, save more, pay less, in magical aire on a G string, or taking an A train home,
Tramp tramp-traveled, everywhere did go, was a scene, and a screening, a scene-screening.
Spam of Human Affection 
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