The Wisdom Of Spiders
P Patti Masterman
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As the world whirls by
It uncovers the sky
As they speak your name
You learn to feel shame.
As a bobbing kite
Is born for flight
A whirlwinds path
Soon turns to wrath.
And a dollar earned is a dollar spent
The hoarded coin is often lent
As the moon rises it begins to ebb
And spiders die right in the web.
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