The SpiderWhen the strand of the finest silk starts and begins to growThe spider weaves it's web not sure where it'll goHe knows that his masterpiece will work just fine.The only problem is that he knows the web's in a bad spotThe spider keeps weaving more hoping more bugs'll comeHe wonders and dreams that it will be just fine.Weather makes the strands grow weaker the strong webs grow fragileThe spider sits curled up alone without any foodHe slowly sleeps in time and does not wake.
Were You There?It was unbelievable. It was just
I step out the front door. I am automatically surprised by the all the reflective surfaces. It looks as if the sky has cried all night. It was.It was. The sky is still crying a little bit. Mourning.There are black umbrellas all over. I see the numbers all over the place. The same numbers. The month, then the numbers. I know it is today. I was not there then, but I am here now.I want to ask everyone. I want to know what happened. Were you there six years ago?It was shocking. Everyday I would walk by it. You could see it from the square. If you stood under the arch you could see all the smoke. There was shock, terror
Terrifying, thats it. It was terrifying.I am here now and I feel it as if it we
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