'Godbless the spider'
The bitter fly never rests
He buzzes round your head in jest
He taunts you with his buzzing sound
Hides in rooms so he can't be found
As you sit and drink you cider
his sound has gone 'godbless the spider'
'Godbless the spider'
The bitter fly never rests
He buzzes round your head in jest
He taunts you with his buzzing sound
Hides in rooms so he can't be found
As you sit and drink you cider
his sound has gone 'godbless the spider'
Poetry is not a turning loose of emotion, but an escape from emotion.
T. S. Eliot (1888-1965) American-English poet and playwright.
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