Spider
Crazy maze of a spinster life one weaves
Shine shine shine
What is due to me
Looking down at possibilities
Are you so barred to see
Fall cool abounds us
Weaves are sound so they tell
Is the sly fool around?
Deeds are found
There's a patch of dew on the mound
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