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Spiders
Eight legs and brown,
it ran across my bathroom floor.
I smacked it with my shoe,
it doesn't live here anymore.
But then I looked around,
and there were several more.
How could they multiply so fast,
I headed for the door!
But the door wouldn’t open,
not like it had before.
And as I looked around,
several had become at least a hundred and four!
Now I knew I was doomed,
these spiders had me trapped.
I tried to beg and plead,
but they wanted their buddy back.
Needless to say, there was nothing I could do,
he was just an ugly brown spot on the bottom of my shoe.
it ran across my bathroom floor.
I smacked it with my shoe,
it doesn't live here anymore.
But then I looked around,
and there were several more.
How could they multiply so fast,
I headed for the door!
But the door wouldn’t open,
not like it had before.
And as I looked around,
several had become at least a hundred and four!
Now I knew I was doomed,
these spiders had me trapped.
I tried to beg and plead,
but they wanted their buddy back.
Needless to say, there was nothing I could do,
he was just an ugly brown spot on the bottom of my shoe.
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