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She spins a perfect web
But is nowhere to be seen
Hides within the shadows
On this night called Halloween
Waiting, ever patiently
For that tasty little treat
She tricks her prey from far away
Their life she does deplete
Like lollipops, so sticky
Her trap, though not as sweet
Lures them in, every time
Such a diabolical feat
They try but never win the fight
Their demise… is her delight
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Yes, I’m all in with the spider.
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Ooooh 🕷🕸
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They are most industrious beings, eh?
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Indeed 😉
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