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I used the term agoraphobia which is those people suffering from being in open spaces. What I should have written is Arachnaphobia. People with a fear of Spiders. Corrected version for those of you who collect my poems. Bern............Peace Cider Spider. There was once a very young spider, Who got drunk on some apple cider. Miss Muffet came and sat down beside her, She drank more than her share of the cider. Now Miss Muffet has a pain in her head, All she wants is her soft bed. So hand in hand they went to her room, Both laid on her bed each as stiff as a broom. In the morning as they opened their eyes, Boy, did they both get a surprise. Miss Muffet screamed, "A spider, Help!" The spider ran off with not even a yelp. From arachnaphobia suffers Miss Muffet, Whether she is on or off of her tuffet. The pain in her head was from cider, One should not drink with a spider. "I have learned my lesson," she said, No cider no pain in the head. © Bernard Shaw [log in to unmask] http://members.chello.at/bernard.shaw/poetry.html http://www.postpoems.com/members/bern/