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The wasp plead to come out the bottle,
Barbers complain its too late to follow,
The show a tour from guides felony,
Alone in the trap wilting like a tree,
The Cleveland Tarantula enters the scheme,
Cut from its dugout and the dust of its cream,
The Cleveland Tarantula suspends in stings,
Full of hearsayings of what she brings,
The Sun on the lawn asking to show,
Courage of pleasure emitting to grow,
A lack of hands now that the lid is open,
The Cleveland Tarantula drunk draws to focus,
Dead in stings with no movement of type,
Force taking away and leaving no bite.
