The Knitted Web.
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I knitted my web
My own, for my own needs
Placed in the corner of your home
Without a disturbance to cause you at all
I put the web and tied
In such a way to catch my prey
But alas! you destroyed in a single movement
You are cruel, funny to disturb
I fear you the gentlemen of world
Where the spaces are encroached on your needs
Where we can go for a safe catch.
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