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The Spider (poem)
(poemsprout.blogspot.com)
That's pretty cute. I let the spiders in my basement go. If I find them upstairs then it's go time. We have a sort of agreement.
Obligatory:
Love as large as
Brontosaurus.
Passion like a
screaming walrus.
Nice poem, but nooooope. Squish.
Spiders are our friends, not the vile, eight-legged monsters they have been demonized to be. Share your favorite photos of spiders and arachnids here (yes, daddy-long-legs or order Opiliones are welcome, too).
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