Ants that weave webs like spiders, Spiders that sing all night and arrange their legs like lashes, The lashes she wears around her eyes. ~Countess Sigula
a tattered little spyder sits moping upon her web poor little spyder let me help you into bed
*wicked grin*
i'm so lonely says the little spyder but you're not alone do say me i'm always here beside you let me pour you some cozy tea. rest your head, little spyder. be lonely not one more day. i'm always here beside you... and I'm going to have my way.
*another wicked grin*
will you write me a poem? said little spyder to me Of course i shall! i say to little spyder so surely it must be!
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