Go
Seems like the spiders are playing a game
Wherever I go, there the littles are
Some are different, but most are the same
I watch them dance, like a shimmering star
Sometimes they are very close, not so far
Of my mood, I may go get a broomstick
And to their demise, I will make it quick
Though other times I may just let them go
Healthy on their way, not injured or sick
A game of life, hard to really know
Friday, November 5, 2021
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