Evelyn Bush

(Franklin, Pennsylvania)

Cobwebs - Poem by Evelyn Bush

Cobwebs, where do you come from?
How are you formed?
One day, there is nothing,
The next, you are born.
There is no reason for you,
That I can see,
EXCEPT
To make more work for me.


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Poem Submitted: Thursday, January 2, 2003



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