WEB:
Oh flimsy web of living-
Made from silk so fine you shine-
We tangle ourselves up in you...
Create such intricate designs from your yarn,
Strive to make it perfect.
We embellish, we patch and we repair.
We are heedless of the bobbin's end.
And heedless of the coldest wind
That will someday surely blow.
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