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I Want Your SEEDS
**”And his name was Jack”**
No one perceives what abides above the clouds.
A giant, a harp, maybe golden eggs.
I demand to see and feel, before I believe.
A castle, a dream…. I want the magic beans!!!
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I’m the daughter of a farmer.
I have a donkey to ride, a story to tell.
“Jack and the Beanstalk”; my favorite tale.

Once upon, a morbid dawn.
I inhale a tiny simple yawn~ I levitate like the sun.
I head out the door, towards the markets shore.
I grabbed my ass to stroll along the open path.
My shoes aim out to the nearest creek.
My ass and I desired a drink.
There I saw an old Englishman, sitting on a log.
It looked as if time was approaching his brink.
In his hand, he had a sack.
A bag, a bag, embroil of ivory and black.
His eyes were not from this ground.
His body fragile, he uttered a moaning sound.
He was of dirt.
I was pure.
He pledged his life to me.
I debated…. with many thoughts,
Although his eyes…
My eyes… Will never meet again.
I want what is in the bag!
He said, “I’ll give you anything for that ass.
My legs and bones can’t hold up on their own, no more!”
I knelt down to where he sat.
Smelling his essence of rot.
I reached forward and grabbed his only baggage.
He said, “This bag is all I got!”

I answered, “And this sir is a fine ass.”
He replied, “I have no cash.”
Scowling at him, “No I want your demon seeds!”
How my blood grew thin…
Inhaling and exhaling out his sin…
The old man all shriveled and timeworn,
Propose the birthright of the seeds.
Yes, plant them! Plant them…
I cried excitedly!
He pats the field.
Said there I am done.
Now clock as it expands.

To breed this story short…
He dispense his seeds.
AND, I GAVE HIM MY ASS.