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I Spied Her As Well

  
I watched a red butterfly  
out of the corner of my eye
flutter right on by    
through the weeds  
   
Then along came a spider -  
widow black, a real biter -  
in want of a colorful bow tie  
to contrast with her  
charcoal tweeds  
   
Why? I asked, Why did you  
string up and drain  
that poor bugger dry?  
   
And her reply was  
   
Because it suited my needs!  
 
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