I watched a spider spin a webSo intricate in design,Contriving geometricallyTo join each flimsy line.
It wove a perfect pattern,Engineering occult skill,To stretch a breathless phenomenonAcross our window sill.
I drank it in with wonder,What a feat for me to see,Effacing such a work of artShould not be cast on me!
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