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A SPIDERŚ OWN WORDS
A spider made its web far high a wall
And vowed that eén at death, it would not fall
And when it died, it lingered still on top
Till when the charger-winds but made it fall
It was a story past the farthest wing
The north pole and the south pole did agree
To tell no one no more about the deal
The East and West too, tried to no avail
The wasp-wind chilled the modern of the quest
The social of the grasp - a call of love
My argument has always been why did -
Whyś it that at all too the spider fell!
Mockers and motors, stormy mother wears
They make the eye to pack a stolen fair
The heart it makes to dangle off its path
The revivers will only come and end
So, winds, will you go to your angleś width
Your angriest of your stir to bring it down
And leave the spider hanging where it´s kept
But thatś impossible, the Winds have said.
a. Mockers - blouses
b. Motors - trousers
And vowed that eén at death, it would not fall
And when it died, it lingered still on top
Till when the charger-winds but made it fall
It was a story past the farthest wing
The north pole and the south pole did agree
To tell no one no more about the deal
The East and West too, tried to no avail
The wasp-wind chilled the modern of the quest
The social of the grasp - a call of love
My argument has always been why did -
Whyś it that at all too the spider fell!
Mockers and motors, stormy mother wears
They make the eye to pack a stolen fair
The heart it makes to dangle off its path
The revivers will only come and end
So, winds, will you go to your angleś width
Your angriest of your stir to bring it down
And leave the spider hanging where it´s kept
But thatś impossible, the Winds have said.
a. Mockers - blouses
b. Motors - trousers
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A SPIDERŚ OWN WORDS
A SPIDERŚ OWN WORDS
