Tag: Twisted Nursery Rhymes
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Woe, Be the Spider
Woe, Be the Spider Woe, be the spider Who sits down beside her This warning I must give Whispered words, a last lament From the one who didn’t live: “Little Miss, what a twist Weaving lies to pass the day Flaunt innocent virtue To hide the real you; Pander for your prey. “Little Miss, ’twas…
A.C. Melody 