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Spiders, of Course, We Have Them

Spiders Big ones fat ones Juicy ones angry ones Mean ones No worries. Until you’ve been bitten By a brown recluse 300,000 spiders can live on Six acres of land. Well isn’t this nice to know Since I live on six acres of land When you add my neighbor’s land Because you must Since spiders like to roam I live with potentially two million Spiders give or take ten or twelve The pest control man Is really a big help too. “We cannot guarantee to Eliminate any spiders.” Then what good are you, really? No good at all.

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