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The Spider on my Ceiling There's a small hole in the ceiling, Right up above my bed. In the day time I don't mind it, But, at night, I wait with dread. For that hole in the ceiling; (It was made there by a screw), Becomes a scary spider. I'm telling you, it's true! I can see it by the dimmest light; Did it just move a little? It may be just a trick, but, I Am sure I saw it jiggle. I dare not move one little inch or It will drop on me! There's only one thing left to do; "Mommmmmy! Will you come and see?" So Mom comes in and flips the switch, Guess what that spider did? It became a hole again, Up there above my bed!
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