April 13, 2010
By Anonymous

Hundreds of spiders spinning
A never thinning
Web of countless ideas
A happy monster sketching
As the web continues stretching
A thing that will never be full
Waiting for dawn’s soft light
To give them some needed sight
The spiders keep on spinning
A single silver thread
This web it shall shed
And send out in to the world
To make and weave it’s way
Through endless night and day
Until it finds a place to bloom
A place where it will be safe
From an opinion’s strafe
Where it can grow
With all the other threads

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