White Seed
Discard that evil seed,
curse its purpose if it ever caused you
grieve.
If its roots of selfish ways killed your gardens beautiful rose bush.
Discard that evil seed,
Pinch its cotylendon until the liquid remains of the roots come oozing out.
If it ever spoiled your harvest,
Discard...
After all it did invade your yard.
-MarcRed
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