For billions of years the loss in the galaxy
Strikes horror in the hearts of those
On the middle of the road.
To the forehead is a spider on the universe,
A tough target for all those in space.
One well is like two water-holes
That provide too many fuels rather than uranium.
A leg off an animal is more than a spy,
Bring him to the laziness of a spy.
The front of the shop carries a sign
And that doesn’t matter compared to spiders.
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