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A spider spun a silken web across the corner of the room, A perfect pattern, interlaced, how patiently he crossed the loom, As hour by hour, all night he toiled, and yet, in one swift stroke I spoiled His masterpiece, his refuge, with the broom. I spun a golden cord of love across the heartstrings of a friend, Of kind regard and tender grace, a web I thought too stronge to rend. And yet, one day I did not heed,One careless word, one thoughtless deed, that broke the web, which time alone can mend. {{{{{{{{{{{{{{{{{{{{{{{{{{{{{{{{author unknown
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