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I’m fond of spiders, yes I am,
or rather, nothing hold ‘gainst them.
I do not mind it when they spied,
as long as it is done outside,
or, at the least, not on my hide.
They’re elegant and lovely things,
and tops at easting pests with wings.
Still, while I like to know they’re there,
and snatching bugs out of the air,
I do not want them in my hair.
Small and jumpy, big with fuzz –
all of them are fine because
they stop their hexapodal kin
infesting my potato bin.
Just keep them, sweep them, off my skin.
Arachnid, by Sean Miner