You can not spit watermelon seeds
Across the street.
Not if you are watching it grow on a vine,
From the confines of someone's backyard.
How can you perfect anything,
If you ain't practicing it!
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A sphinx eye of truth looking at us from out of this poem here. Another master-piece of Mr. Lawrence S. Pertillar! !