autumn sun on its thread
last prey of the abandoned
spider web
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This poem was written because of a seriously slack approach to housework. And, to finish, here’s A Guy Called Gerald.
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I wish my similar approach to housework could produce such gems. 🙂
In fairness, I do try to give spiders a bit of leeway if possible – guys are just trying to earn a living, after all 🙂
Plus, housework pfft!
Thanks, Sarah Ann