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Created on: July 13, 2009
Papa Roger, there's a spider in the hall.
Papa Roger, I am frightened and feel small.
Papa Roger, would you hear me if I call?
Papa Roger, don't make me kill it, I'm not that tall.
It won't hurt you, you'd say to me.
"How the web sparkles, look and see."
Again, you'd tell me the fable of 'The Lady & the Spider at Her House',
how the spider dropped on her and her scream as if she'd seen a mouse.
Neither the lady nor the spider could get free;
both the lady and the spider wanted, just to be.
But sometimes a woman wander into a web,
when this happens, life falls down upon her head.
It's not her fault when she falls prey, and left for dead;
The fault lies with the spinner of deceit instead.
It is over, you'd gently call to me...
Come back; it is but memory...
That was then and this is now.
There is no way for him to hurt you now.
You'd remind me that the 'spiders' of childhood have long since past.
You'd welcome the adult-child when she comes back a last.
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