How's my poem?????????????????????????????

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The Spider

Rebel Rider on it's back,
crawls the sun-stained highway.
One and one, a sudden halt,
his bones are led astray.
Smeared the road with rebel skin,
and shards of the spider's curse.
Pick these pieces from his skull,
and load him on the hearse.

R.I.P. James Dean
 
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