Share, for a home, this world-place
With a sundry creature.
Life-distracted, in the most
Contemptible manner
Folk who permit no such facts
Through such trod into the dirt
Indifference to enter.
That not until literally
Day, night, with a scare
Of in your face reminding
When swooped on, web-trapped
Would that look of uncaring
Man's, hard, but for his own worth
Have remained un-scrapped.
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