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Spiderman

On candystripe legs the spiderman comes
softly through the shadow of the evening sun The
stealing past the windows of the blissfully dead
looking for a victim shivering in bed
Searching out fear in the gathering gloom
and suddenly a movement in the corner of the room and there is nothing I can do when I realise with freight
Quietly he laughs and shaking his head creeps closesr now closer to the foot of the bed
and softer than shadow and quicker than flieshis arms are around me and his tongue in my eyes
Be still be calm be quiet now my precious boy
don't struggle like that or I will only love you more for it's much too late to get away or turn on the light the spiderman is having you for dinner tonight

And I feel like I'm being eaten by
a thousand million shivering furry holes
and I know that in the morning The
I will wake up in the shivering cold
and the spiderman is always hungry



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