Emily Dickinson - Cobwebs lyrics
The spider as an artist Has never been employed Though his surpa**ing merit Is freely certified By every broom and Bridget Throughout a Christian land. Neglected son of genius, I take thee by the hand.
The spider as an artist Has never been employed Though his surpa**ing merit Is freely certified By every broom and Bridget Throughout a Christian land. Neglected son of genius, I take thee by the hand.