Seen as a weed.
A weed seed dropt and drivel sky, coiling to strike, with ugly jakes,
Skull and cross bones, in reversal of roles, a revival.
No sputter, though not consistent.
Cradle-devoured by rats and pythons, the cause of subterfuge, a time on a silent street, where a rubiat rhymes, whines, kisses “my” rebbe, rubiat, jack rabbit,
It is then tom hears the wind blow.
Tom, crumpling a billion dollar bill, kept secret in a shinny little place of shoe, sky streaking sky searching thief, sniffing in undertow,
Tom, join the ships and get undertow throw so slow.
Spam of Human Affection 
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