He'd ears full of cobwebs,
Of all the words she'd say,
He'd hear spiders crawling,
Scratching on his eardrums,
He'd just stare into her face,
And she thought her beauty,
Had imprisoned his eyeballs,
But she was so damn wrong,
He was another, utter Idiot!
"Spiders & Cobwebs"
Drew Poetry
~Andy Mwalasha
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