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Spider,
Spider
Running there.
Go outside where the weather's fair.
Don't make
your home in my house, here.
Webs,
Webs
Everywhere, webs
Clean them one day
And the next day, say
There they are again
In their troublesome way.
Lord,
Lord
They're YOUR creation
Can't You teach
them discrimination
Between THEIR outside and MY in?
@ 2/18/83
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