Ipsy dipsy spider went up the water spout,
down came the rain and washed the spider out, up came the sun and dried up all the rain, and the ipsy bipsy spider ran up the spout again Again again again Let it end end end Green-eyed Goblin, let me in Green-eyed Goblin, right under your skin Green-eyed Goblin, can you let me in? Take me for a spin? Or are you a contest that I cannot win? Please, please, please let me in, by the hair of my chinny chin chin, I wanna see what's under your skin. Not every poem gets published. Not every work is for every eye to see. Not every human needs to know all, all of me Shh, Shh, I know I can't let you go No, no, yes, no
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About the Author:Amy Abrigo is an actor, director, writer, and much more currently living in her hometown of San Antonio, Texas. Archives
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