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Sean
November 2005 |
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Gentle children
let's look at nature's weaver |
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Not the fisher's
catch nor the busy beaver. |
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The spider's web
has many stories to tell |
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Add to these reflections
let our spirits dwell. |
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Each of us grand
- a single intersecting strand |
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Centered in our place -
the now of this very land. |
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Our paths crisscross colored
slivers of life's light |
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Each soul we meet today
one more bright insight. |
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The insect dreads that spider's
filled doom |
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Trapped by this vampire
encased in shrowded tomb. |
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Buzzing pray wake your mama
before its brunch |
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The family of spider's enjoys
its drinking lunch. |
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Brooms may sweep turning
cobs to sticky silk |
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The spider feigns death appears
as a drop of milk |
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When cleaner's wrath abates
the spinner spins again |
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A ceiling thread from the
abyss rebuilds its den. |
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