Sitting slyly perched within
The silver strands stretched tightly
I’ve woven this silk for you, my love
Come lounge here with me nightly

Your gossamer threads cannot hold
Your liquid words won’t bind
I’ll sit with you for just a spell
Then leave your web behind

Of course, she whispered soothingly
Here, rest in my embrace
Through half closed eyes he watched
As she moored him to her place.

I love this xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx
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Thank you!
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The imagery is stunning x
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You’re so kind! We have an abundance of spiders around our garden right now. I’m always walking into their danged webs!
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Credit where credit is due. We used to have awful spiders in our last house and garden. Monster ones….
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We have banana spiders that I swear could swallow a horse.
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Oh god…I hate spiders. they used to come in and invade our last house at this time of the years x
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Peppermint oil keeps them at bay. That’s why I smell like a Christmas candy.
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We have been really quite lucky in this house and garden not to be plagued. TOUCH WOOD.
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alluring word smithing and latticework there…you babe of a balladeer
Regards,
Beau Beauregard
Poetaster, Tennessee
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Aw shucks!
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and shinola …and off poetry point …have you seen Sheryl Sandberg’s post on Facebook… https://www.facebook.com/sheryl/posts/10159255449515177 and a glance at the comments …illustrative of the coming Social Media political wars.
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I’ll try to find her.
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And some homegrown (Fla) propaganda porn for ta here http://www.thedailybeast.com/russians-appear-to-use-facebook-to-push-pro-trump-flash-mobs-in-florida
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Ha!
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