Poem: The Eight-Legged Artist

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The spider 
weaves its web
it chooses where
and decides when
and uses its materials 
it relies on instinct 
does not think 
it tries again and again 
to create a masterpiece
wind tears it apart
the morning dew
makes it glisten 
every sunrise
and it endures
the spider
keeps itself fed 
and show its beauty 
it is truly an artist

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