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THIS WEB

By Judith C. Adamson



This web is not of lies...

These master architects construct

That wind nor rain may not destruct

Those intricate wonders of silken threads

They spin and span between trees and sheds

And cling at speed to wing mirrors of cars

But shimmer beneath the moon and stars

Enhanced with dew, their crystal jewels

Enchanting souls of poetic fools

These chandeliers of nature glisten

In silent ballrooms, there's music...listen...

The dance goes on, to the beat of time

Deathly irresistible, poison kiss sublime

No, this web has never been of lies... 

Just the art of arachnids; homage to flies 


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