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Feb 2016
She is spide-y
Grandma's just hiding!
I saw her making web
Criss cross, made a blanket!
But her reflexes,
Hmm, just too confusing.
Fell on the ground,
Never standing.

"  Oh! Grandma, tell me you're spidey!  "
Eternal Threshold
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