threids on ma neb -
reengin fir'm
a ken am snaggit in's wab
threads on my face -
searching for him
I know i'm caught in his web
posted by John McDonald at 7:03 AM
Tuesday, July 24, 2007
reengin fir'm
a ken am snaggit in's wab
threads on my face -
searching for him
I know i'm caught in his web
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5 Comments:
no harm done as long as you're not a fly (the spider would disagree, i'm sure) :)
of course it also works on a metaphorical level
1:24 PM
Well done. I like Polona's remark.
9:27 PM
wonderful!
10:11 PM
I know how it feels to be in the hands of a Charlie Spider!?:)
2:07 AM
This had me thinking about you as John, and the narrator as another you, a fly or other creature perhaps. I like it a lot!
3:47 AM
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