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Enter Poem or Quote (Required)Required Floccinaucinihilipilification And Very Little Soul (Third and Final Poem- In A Parable style) Come on down here says the spider to fearful fly this day weather is so fine and I am your friend be free, and into my soft web, you shall not die for greater pleasure come hither, your time here spend. Now wise old owl looks on, hears and sees this charade and in loud blasts hoots out his own angry replies for mother Nature, hath all living creatures made within her heart of hearts hears all their weeping cries. Spider hears wizened, infuriated owl's blasts continues to spin deeper and deeper spun threads Fly sails on as if a yacht with windblown full masts trap now seen, his former pals in their web-spun beds. Spider feverishly works, other flies are caught so goes vicious cycle, dark webs eating their fill for flying blind, their souls are easily thus bought with time and darkness, their ink-heart blood slowly spills. Soon, escaped fly returns, so do ill winds of old time has done its job and all fear has left his head web is so pretty, its threads glisten as if gold vacated are those warning, fat and well spun beds. As those droplets lure fly in, owl hoots warning call but gleaming hope has turned off his sight and his brain in he goes, hungry spider watching sees it all giving thanks for those huge glistening drops of rain. Come on down here says the spider to fearful fly this day weather is so fine and I am your friend be free, and into my soft web, you shall not die for greater pleasure come hither, your time here spend. Now wise old owl looks on, hears and sees this charade and in loud blasts hoots out his own angry replies for mother Nature, hath all living creatures made within her heart of hearts hears all their weeping cries. Robert J. Lindley, 3-29-2018 Rhyme(Third and Final Poem in Trilogy) Note- To be added later.... after I post the third blog on this subject.
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