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She Spins Alone
Alas.....
our little spider spins ,
her web alone....
without her friends.
She catches flying thoughts
and words
like silver apples
seen and heard.
She labors long into the night
to weave her way out of her plight
tiny dewdrops ......
.(are they tears?),
cling along her hopes and fears
lines on lines
criss cross and then,
she wakes to just begin again.
Perhaps I'll find a lady bug
to stop
and give our friend a hug.
Unless the urge is just to much..............
in which case that will be
her lunch.
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