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Snapshot

1 Leave a comment on verse 1 0 Lights are on and the clouds are dark.
Klos like a spider, arms stretched wide
darts and advances from his net
faces the striker, seems to sway,
sets to his partner, side to side,
dancing to mesmerise his prey,
puts him off, while the crowd sigh “Aw!”
easily traps the ball in his paw,
boots it thumping up the park.

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