“Come into my parlor”
said the Spider to the Fly.
“We can spend an hour, watching the day go by.
Bring your own joints of weed.
We shall have all we need”
Sitting, shouted from the soft breezes side.
“We shall laze in the sunny weather,
share the shade of the leaves together.
And the laws of nature, we shall infide(l).“
“How can I be sure?” The Fly said consciously
“You’re a carnivore and surely will eat me.
Trapped in your web so high, in silken threads that tied,
I am far to fly to be trapped easily.
The week days of my life have taught to me
Spiders would kill me, if they called to me
So I will decline your hospitality”

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