what tangled web dost thy weive
fates tangled knots for all to see
but hidden are thos great and noble deeds
that none may see what help is theei see thee there spinning thy web
thy thread made of sadness
and thy needle is dreadi care not for thys decite
thys great plots
and intracate procide
all just for knotsBut oh what a beautiful web
thow wove so intrcate
we see thee now
as life begins to ebbwe watch in awe as thee weive
the most wonderous knots for all to see
and though we see thy great deeds
none can forget thys reasoning
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PuisiPoetry from the heart of a broken child. ...And short stories.