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The spiders have been weaving in the night And hung up their threads in the morning light Hoping to avoid attention from the wandering eye And ensnare the beats of an unsuspecting fly. From there begins the dinner dance And from which the flies escape only by chance. The spiders orchestrate a silken dress And store it among boughs of silver tress. Originally written in July 2022, age 26
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AuthorSamantha is a doctoral researcher researching the power of figurative language in advertising, social media, and mobile technology. Copyright © 2022
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