Julie Schleppegrell - The Spiderweb

Life has a battle in it's time,
The mess of the rattle was his crime.
He carries no emotion while I feel like crying;
for this midnights commotion seeks answers by prying.
Content is the day for a moment sublime,
but caught on the hooks I once again chime.
These are the times of the spider webbed mind,
Age will be the peace from a 30 year lease.

Julie Schleppegrell

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