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TITLE OF POEM: WASTED TIME

Don't waste the time

You might never regain a dime

Even though it's squeezed like lime

Then he realized when he went there

That he was only moving around circles here

Yet his time kept skipping like a deer

Until he understood it was only shadow

Unfortunately he has gone below

Without his trumpet to blow

Explanation:

I have been able to write a narrative poem titled, WASTED TIME.

In this poem, I revealed an individual who was advised not to waste his time. He didn't heed to the instruction. He got to a place where he wasted his time and died without having a chance to regain all that he lost. He wasn't alive to tell his story.

hello, never fear the human spider is here!

answer: c.)   his bad side.

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the human spider!

it was surely an odd creature that one made up by reading the historians first and the poets afterwards a worm winged like an eagle; the spirit of life and elegance and charm,   in a kitchen chopping up suet. but these creatures, monst'r however entertaining to the imagination, hast no existence in fact. what one might doth to bringeth h'r to life wast to bethink poetically and prosaically at one and the same moment,   thus keeping in toucheth with fact—that the lady is mrs martin, ag'd thirty-six, did dress in blue, wearing a black coxcomb and brown shoeth; but not losing sight of fiction eith'r—that the lady is a vessel in which all s'rts of spirits and f'rces art coursing and flashing p'rpetually. the moment, howev'r, yond one tries this method with the elizabethan mistress, one brancheth of illumination fails; one is did hold up by the scarcity of facts.   one knoweth nothing detailed, nothing p'rfectly true and substantial about h'r.   hist'ry scarcely mentions h'r.   and i did turn to professeth'r trevelyan again to seeth what hist'ry meanteth to that gent.   i hath found by looking at his chapt'r headings yond t meanteth.