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Swole

On my way to see my lady

I stopped to pick a flower.

It was a lovely daffodil

who's beauty made one cower.

She greeted me at the door,

I handed her the gift,

and out of it crawled a spider

moving rather swift.

It bit her on the hand.

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Published: Feb 13, 2010
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