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Nov 2014
It is spider time again.
Last night
as I was going

upstairs to bed
I saw the big spider
that had been spotted

by my son
but had escaped.
It was sitting

on my white coat
and so I opened
the front door quietly

and then
grabbed him
and gently

put him out
into the night air
alive and well

if a bit confused.
ON A CATCHING A SPIDER IN THE HAND.
Terry Collett
Written by
Terry Collett  Sussex, England
(Sussex, England)   
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