pavuk, pavuk
wee christmas spider
says, ‘kill me not’
for above my candle
she weaves the world
protects me in my sleep
warm air rotating
i’m as old as my tongue now
& a wee bit older than my teeth
no masters, kings nor gods
everything’s a dream now
she keeps me safe in my sleep
by TONY SINGLE
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unbolt me 
Delightful.
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Thank you, Dolly! It’s such a cool little piece of folklore that I simply had to write a poem about it!
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Love this one
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Thank you so much! 😄
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Dream♫ Wea♫ver♪.
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Yup indeedy! 😄
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