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Arachne

ARACHNE

Athena, 
Goddess of Wisdom
In the heavenly arena,
Weaver of skill 
Was believing
That none could match 
The beauty of her weaving.
But a young mortal maid, Arachne,
Showed weaving of matching beauty.
So enraged by this travesty
Of equally beautiful tapestry, 
Athena, no longer able to abide her
Turned her into a spider* 
Whose webs of splendor
She yet does render.
I know this to be true, for one day
Arachne, sitting besider  
Did thus confide her
Before scaring Miss Muffet away.
                                                
                                                 * Spider, of the order Arachnid, having 
                                             8 legs; weaver of magnificent webs.

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