Enthusiastic Soul
Connie Peters' poems in progress
Saturday, September 27, 2014
Imprompt Bug
Little Miss Muffet’s Spider
“I sat beside her,”
said the shocked spider.
“She shrieked and ran away.
I wanted a new friend
on whom I could depend.
Should I change my mouthwash today?”
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