Hiya everyone.. I found a dimpled spider, fat and white, On a white heal-all, holding up a moth Like a white piece of rigid satin cloth. Assorted characters of death and blight Mixed ready to begin the morning right, Like the ingredients of a witches' broth A snow-drop spider, a flower like a froth, And dead wings carried like a paper kite. What had that flower to do with being white, The wayside blue and innocent healall? What brought the kindred spider to that height, Then steered the white moth thither in the night? What but design of darkness to appall? If design govern in a thing so small. Anywho I just thought it necessary to share My favorite work from the great Robert Frost.
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| Gender | Male |
| Age | 39 |
| Location | USA, California, San Francisco |
| 🌈 Sexuality | Straight |
| 🌎 Ethnicity | White / Caucasian |
| 🚬 Smoke | Yes |
| 🍷 Drink | Socially |
| 💊 Drugs | No |
| 🏠 Meet At | My place |
| 📏 Height | 5ft 5in (165 cm) |
| ⌛ Body Type | Average |
| 👱 Hair Colour | Blonde |
| 🦵 Body hair | Shaved |
| 🎨 Tattoos | I've got some |