Challenge
Tell me something about spiders. Avoiding the fear that accompanies them, share something interesting, humorous, absurd. What creative skills do you harbor that communicate something unique?
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Recluse
I confess, I am the top of my class
to hide inside with no aid of the grass
I jump, I spin
a mandolin
My poison, of my choosing
the one I hate losing
Because of my bite
the higher fahrenheit,
My target becomes a sickly bore
the one who wears a searing white sore
You're welcome, I say
no thanks to the pay
washing 10,000 down the drain
hospital bill only to gain
I digress,
I mean only to stress
that I, the one who is may be so brass
to say that I'm at the top of my class