I saw a spider on the wall
and watched as it began to crawl
towards a fly upon the wall.
I simply had to wonder why
that silly insect did not fly.
For the spider he had spied.
He just stayed there then he died.
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Haha. Just what I needed to crack a little smile when I want to just break down and cry after some terrible days I've been having. Great poem Brian!!
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This actually explains life's meaning without really explaining it...
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As again, ur poems are always in rythm. Do u like rythm? Even though ur poem is short, it's so Awesome... KEEP WRITING.... -
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Thanks.
Yes, I usually do write with rhythm and rhyme. I not only like it but it comes naturally to me. When I try to write without rhyming I often struggle not to rhyme. I'm sorry I couldn't join you to chat about this. Maybe we could do it some other time. I would enjoy that.
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lol nice i like poetry when people incorporate humor into nature
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Thanks,
This poem just kind of happened.
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Alluring thoughts..You definitely got to frame this one Brian..An epitome of war on the wall between the silly spider sly and the flying fly..I guess its becoming more inevitable that I praise and you get flattered..I am at times not a good critique, what say??
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I say that I'm flattered.
Knowing the that it was not meant as anything more than an honest compliment. As I have taken all your comments to be. I believe that all critiques are good. I believe that your opinions rate top notch even if you come across one that you must tell me is a stink weed. I do have a few. To be honest this happened upon the ceiling but that didn't seem to be quite as appealing.
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