Rude Spider
What a tiny thing you areAs you dash along my desk
You wont stay still long enough
To let me see your face!
Where are you going?
Shouldn't you be spinning?
I hear we are soon to be in need
Of some hardy cobwebs.
Poetry by jenks

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Written on 2011-10-07 at 00:08




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