They're Back
I didn't ask
In they came silk bags and all
Back from the shed
In from the cold
To the fireside
In the sitting room
To hang out in their trappages
And wait for passers by
To come to their web
Where they might live or die
I put them there
In the shed
I was sick of cleaning spider webs
I'd have put them outside
But it's winter time
They're house spiders like
Maybe they'd die
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