Scribbles

Little spider in your web,
sometimes you must feel sad,
you can’t play, you can’t leave,
the whole day you must weave.

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I saw a Leprechaun today,
he walked though the other way,
held a briefcase strong and bold,
not such a rainbow pot of gold.