Rhyme and climb, you sleepy vine
Come down from that bridge so far
Roll and flow, now watch it go
Like the streets filling up with tar
Swirl and twirl, perhaps or probably curl
Around until tightened my neck
Shake and remake, the willing mistake
A tree sprouting up from the deck
Rhyme and climb, you suicide vine
I know where you most likely are
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