Ode № 58248

And so the spider spun

Member since 2002 · Posted 30 Jul 2003 · Edited 30 Jul 2003 · 4 comments

Three dead flies Dried with no eyes This is my pint of blood. An emaciated cricket My home is the spicket With an hourglass under my hood. I can spin you a home & a rich fabric'd tome Any ol' day or night. Your eight-legged fear Of all you hold dear Afraid of when I may bite. I build with such passion My trend less fashions But none can share the same space. Because, I am a spider God's secret reminder I'm no man's charity case.

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[8] daniella 30-Jul-03/7:20 PM Reply

web footed surely

[n/a] horus8 › daniella 30-Jul-03/7:23 PM Reply

I don't do ducks.

[8] SupremeDreamer 30-Jul-03/7:24 PM Reply

well, thom got sucked dry from horus8 the eight legged spider, and i smile wider in laughter, splashing in water, a child gone astray, named stinky! hehe. great job. 8.

[9] JoyLuck 30-Jul-03/10:58 PM Reply

NICE

Can you look for the drained corpse of that lil bee, museheart, in that web of yours? I cannot find her anywhere.