With pointed fangs it sits in wait, With piercing force its doles out fate, Over bloodless victims proclaiming its might, Eternally joining in a single bite. What am I?
Pounding at a thick stone wall won't move it, sometimes, you need to step back to see the way around.
Originally posted by Angela Poynton: With pointed fangs it sits in wait, With piercing force its doles out fate, Over bloodless victims proclaiming its might, Eternally joining in a single bite. What am I? You are our Sheriff. It - a spider? Ashok. [This message has been edited by J Ash (edited November 05, 2001).]
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