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Feb 2010
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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   Kali
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