All eight legs hammered away alternatively
On the bright shiny tiles of the bathroom wall.
Then creepy creepy up and likewise down.
Then pause, and again, legs hammering on the crawl.
All eight eyes rolling up and rolling creepy down
The poor spider pounded away, attacking its foe
Till at long last it fell down, killed by its own shadow.
Don't let the shadows of worry take away your moments
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