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Miss Spider
lilting miss spider weaves her gossamer web
demure little caterpillar soon will be dead
her evanescent tapestry bedewed in the April Sun
this furtive little nemesis to nearly everyone
ascends upon her plethora of ill fated guests
lilting little miss spider
she shall take no rest
amid the flora and fauna
an ethereal web of death
where hapless little emmets will take that final breath
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