My spidey sense tells me this is true more now then before!
A can of my trusty Comet in hand,
I found the clean hidden by a year of grime!
Thank the Goddess I only saw clean,
I saw more, I surely would have screamed like shear moments ago,
Last night I heard glass shatter,
One of mother’s antique glasses,
Literally smashed assounder!
For the next day or so upon entering Virginia will hear me voice an opinion if shear delight,
Now my mom’s spirit can visit,
At least four small spiders zoomed away like grease lightening!
Not from fear,
From blindingly sparkling clear,
Val Whitewolf 