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Black Widow

I came upon a widow, black, carrying a poison sac. I asked her what was in her purse. She suggested I call a hearse, giving me a terrible fright, asking if she could have a bite. Your attentions, ma'am, I rebuff. Of this chat, I've had enough. I'm afraid, kind sir, it's too late. I've already fixed your fate.

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Date: 9/16/2024 9:17:00 PM
Clever and engaging poem, David! I enjoyed this write. :)
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David Crandall
Date: 9/16/2024 9:38:00 PM
Thanks Laura, glad you enjoyed it. I got bit by something yesterday, when I was outside, and I got paranoid it was a black widow, but it turned out to be probably just a run of the mill spider. lol.

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