*I'm sorry - it's early, it's awful, I'm exhausted!-
Silver threads of steel matter,
A single swoop and it might shatter,
Looks so weak yet feels so strong,
Holds till dusk - so not that long.
Resting in your hidden cove,
In your spider's grotto/grove,
Waiting for ignorant flies,
Or innocent flying passer-bys.
Just another spider's day,
When spiders will come out to play.
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#halloweenparty. #spiders. Few things live,. In this old shed,. Little movement,. Plenty of dead,. Dark corner,. Musty smell,. A beetles leg,. An ants shell,. Predator supreme,. Rules this place,.
Why is everyone so scared of me. They attack with their hands, they needn't be I'm only trying to help, don't you think. Slowly but surely, we're going extinct Can you help us, don't you see.
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