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by Dave Franklin

Hey little spider climbing up the fret towards the plectrum
How do you find the energy to climb toward my hand,
Taking in vibration, sound, so full of every spectrum,
When I have no energy to care, or try to understand.

Bored to my skin with notes that ripple off my swollen fingers,
While no one listens to the strum, bored with my held back skill,
That little spider climbs the fret, with energy that lingers,
I'd kick my way to interest, if I could find the will.

Teach me a lesson spider of how boredom is surpressed,
Bored to my soul, with all your spider wisdom, I would soar,
Into perspectives hidden from me, count my fortune blessed,
And perhaps could get beyond it, and forget that life's a bore.

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