You have been my friend. That in itself is a tremendous thing. I wove my webs for you because I liked you. After all, what's a life, anyway? We're born, we live a little while, we die. A spider's life can't help being something of a mess, with all this trapping and eating flies. By helping you, perhaps I was trying to lift up my life a trifle. Heaven knows anyone's life can stand a little of that
Sunday, April 11, 2010
***** MOTHER****** (GOD COULDN'T BE EVERYWHERE AND THERE FOR HE MADE MOTHERS)
* WE WILL NEVER KNOW HER VALUE ....... ;
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