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theres a spider in my bathroom he is big and hairy
with his big long legs he looks very scary
he sits in a web so big and very round
roaming round his weave he dosent make a sound
his home is the corner over by the door
some times he comes down and walks across the floor
a friendly little chap as friendly as can be
going where he wants too roaming round so free.
people write poetry its a gift
it can give you such a lift
it can be fun it can be gay
it can pass away the day
writing down what you find
with the words in your mind
it can be sad it can be blue
what you write is up to you
it can have meaning or bring a glow
all in rhyme and all in flow
it can mean such a lot
by sharing the talent that youve got
what is wrong with world to day
why does have to be this way
wars and violence so much crime
getting worse all the time
global warming climate change
a world thats acting very strange
icebergs melting in decay
does it have to be this way
it once was nice as it was before
but we just dont know anymore.
there was a little kitten he had a ball of wool
this he  used to play with to stop him being dull
he rolled it on the floor and all round the place
then around his body and then around his face.
he was so amused rolling round and round
dragging all the wall all along the ground
he would play for hours with his little ball
till he got very tired then off to sleep he;d fall
a tear drop falls down a lonely face
make up smudged in every place
a face that used to be so glad
now in tears and oh so sad
make up. that he war so proud
that brought happiness to the crowd
now his life is upside down
as the tears now fall from the clown
i went out for walk just the other night
there i saw the moon shining oh so bright
the stars were shining brightly in the night so still
then i saw a comet it gave me such a thrill
flying through the air with a big long tail
flying through the clouds as it left a trail
it was nice and calm it made me feel so free
a night i will  remember deep in my memory.
read the lines upon your face
and in between where theres a space
it will help you read your past
when you  were young and had your blast
read the times that you once had
those teenage years when you were glad
now the years are passing. time for you to age
each and every line has a different page
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