January 8, 2014
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A spider it weaves it’s thread
Creating it’s work of art
It traps me in its mystical words
And colours unfathomable!
A spider’s thread
Like a poet’s rhymes or
a painter’s thought,
Like a woman’s love or
A wine’s sip,
Plans out my doom,
And destruction,
creating honey-coated trappings.

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