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| Blood Brothers | |
| By NedWilson | ||||||||
| 21 March 2008 | ||||||||
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A True story I was once sitting under a banyan tree When a spider paused on a root near me He was headed up the trunk - And both of us were in a bit of a funk Since I didn’t know him And he didn’t know me. I wondered if he was the biting kind And he probably wondered If I was of a squashing mind I ate my sandwiches, had some tea And he ate…whatever it is that spiders eat In the shadow of that great tree. And so the day wore on pleasantly, Until it was time For him To go on his way To where he lived In that splendid tree. But as I also rose to go He looked at me and I at him And something passed across his seven eyes That thrilled me to the core We were blood brothers - without a drop spilt!
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