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Spider town!

Spider town!

Let me chase that sun down and get me away from here
With my eyes focused and reading a different story
A statue of the people is as grey as the place
The roots of the falling walk in the lonely garden

This place leaves me crawling
It's got under my skin
Take me away from this spider town
Take me away from this spider town

In this town sometimes it's dark and cold
There's skeletons and stories to be told
The weak take a back seat and blend into the pages
When the sad faces repeat the hello to the perfect neighbours

As the rain disappears on the pavement, it reveals the cracks of the dark souls
The ones who know my name without seeing my face
The walls listen to their troubles but the creaking is there shaking old bones
Set me free from this corrosive town and break the ball and chains

This place leaves me crawling
It's got under my skin
Take me away from this spider town
Take me away from this spider town
This place leaves me crawling
It's got under my skin
Take me away from this spider town!
Take me away from this spider town!

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Nine Eleven

You must put some music to that, it could be a good muse song, great write Wayne. 

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Wayne Stubbs

?? thanks very much Gerard for your excellent comment, if does sound like it would be a good time! ???

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Tony Taylor

Hey Sir WAYNE!!.....I agree with Gerard that this has potential as a song...... with the well placed repetition it reads like....... especially  when you hear it read aloud..... but what struck me the most was the fantastic detail in your imagery...... built with some stunning phrasing!!......A great read and write!!.....ALL STARS!!....smokin' grooves my friend....smokin' grooves!!.......LOVE & ROCKETS!!.....T xo ??✴❤❤✴?

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Wayne Stubbs

Wow!! Thanks very much Tony, I wrote this while walking upto work ?? my mind doesn't stop! Thanks very much for your excellent comments Tony, they really do mean a lot! ☮? brother! ?

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Wayne Stubbs

?? thanks very much Nigel! I'm honoured, thanks for the pin ?

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Dean Kuch

Frighteningly delightful, Wayne.
I agree with many of the former comments—this poem reads like the lyrics of a song.
I know the Cemetery Boys, a spooky 2-man heavy metal band from Norfolk, VA.
They were regular patrons of our charity haunted house put on for the local food stores there. Edgar Von Graves gave me a bass guitar for allowing him to help out as an actor in our haunt on Halloween, 2008.
I still have it to this day.

https://www.facebook.com/thecemeteryboys/

I'd love to pitch this by them to see what they could come up with. Giving you all the credit for writing the lyrics, of corpse...e-r-r-r-r, heh-heh, I meant, 'of course.'
Nice work!
~Dean ♫♪♥☠️?☠️♥♪♫

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Wayne Stubbs

Of course Dean, I would be very interested in what they come up with! ???

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Dean Kuch

I'll try to get in contact with them and let you know what they think, Wayne.
~Dean :)

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