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The spider and the fly
Come into my parlor, said the spider to the fly.
Never realizing,
just how much he’d make her cry.
Blinded by her selfishness, she noticed far too late.
He slipped on through her spider web,
and past her eyes of eight.
Never realizing,
just how much he’d make her cry.
Blinded by her selfishness, she noticed far too late.
He slipped on through her spider web,
and past her eyes of eight.
Published 7th Mar 2018
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