have a terrible problem.
It's almost giving me terrors.
I have spun my web of mystery and I hung it in a cavern.
The mites grow up.
Tangled in gossamer smiles
Tights fall ever downwards inside the hollow cave of echoes.
However;
My web's not full of spiders it's full of frustration...my internet went down..
First time I tousled a poem...today.
It's not very good and I don't want to play.
I've thrown my dummy out of the pram...what on earth can I say, except oh ****!
(C)LIVVI