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Arron Fowler
Poems by Arron Fowler : 14 / 18
Spider
Weave webs of pure delicacy
pump fear into hearts of gigantious size.
For i am a thing of beauty but always get cries
Why all the hate when we leave a legacy.
All of us spiders just want to be loved
Life is a torment when leg count is eight.
One conversation that would be great
Guess i'll go back to my corner where spider is shoved.
Arron Fowler
Submitted: Monday, January 07, 2013
Edited: Tuesday, January 08, 2013
Poems by Arron Fowler : 14 / 18
Poet's Notes about The Poem
Its a hard life being a spider
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What a shame that we all fear and hate spiders so much, they are not all poisonous. Good write Arron.
please capture him next time and put him outdoors..unless
he was outdoors and defending his home..then you should
take care..sure i do not wish for him to bite..a fabulous write!
cheers guys i wrote this one at 3 am last night after running away from a spider
Good poem.
Favorite part: pump fear into gigantious size.
I like the ones in my garden that eat mosquitoes. Good poem.