I can tell by the place of the rising sun
Those greedy, sticky-fingered pickers will soon be around
Now’s when me and my sisters increase our spinning
To protect Nature’s harvest, though it’s freely given
Aye, but not for those disregarders of Nature’s laws
Their abuse of Nature we spinners abhor
So spin, Sisters, spin, let’s tangle the fingers of those who sin
crispina kemp 
And I must say ot loos like she is doing a fine job! Very clever premise!
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Well, looky there- I can’t type to save my life this morning can I? hehehehe
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I have days like that, too, when my fingers linger longer in bed 👍😃🤪
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Thank you, Violet
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Penelope and her sisters are busy 💜💜💜
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I love to see them, always more visible after a misty morning, but oh boy, do I complain when I walk out of my door and slap into a web!
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its a horrible feeling isn’t it 💜💜
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All that work and it will surely be undone by those not as vulnerable to their sticky blockade. Nicely done, Crispina.
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Most people don’t even see the webs. Unless it’s a wet or misty day. I look at the webs and think twice about breaking the strands and entangling my hands
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I know! I sometimes get caught when I go to my garden – usually across my face – Thank you, Mrs. Spider…
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I hope they are successful
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