Dew Drops On A Silken Web
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Juan Olivarez
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Dew drops on a silken web I see,
Spun at night while I was sleeping.
And o'er the strands slowly creeping,
The architect smiles up at me.
What a marvelous achievement, before me stands,
Constructed without blueprints or tools.
Waiting for the bevy of insect fools,
That unwittingly fall in the spiders hands.
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