The Webs We Weave
Returning from the pet store,
A bag of spiders in my hand.
To cast amid my woven webs,
Of choices I don't understand.
The problems I've created,
Turning left instead of right.
I'm hoping these arachnids,
Weave the answers to my plight.
With tireless precision,
Their efforts will now cocoon,
My wasteful indecision.
Enlightenment is coming soon!
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