If I had eight legs, and a gaggle of eyes, and a talent for building webs,
I could run all over the world saving lives, and watch for injustice, and catch you when you fall,
Some would be repulsed,
they would try to trample me beneath their boots,
their fear baiting them to battle me,
But eight legged things are never alone. They outnumber everyone else by eleven to one.
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Oooh! I like how you “become” the spider if only in imagination. Quite a fun poem!