Popped into my head this morning… I don’t know why.
“Spyder Spyder burning bright,
In the waterspout of night.
What itsy bitsy hand or eye,
Could frame thy washed-out symmetry?”
Sorry about that.
Popped into my head this morning… I don’t know why.
“Spyder Spyder burning bright,
In the waterspout of night.
What itsy bitsy hand or eye,
Could frame thy washed-out symmetry?”
Sorry about that.