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Beauty like a spider's web,
A wonder to behold,
Invisible it flows and ebbs,
Hidden evil yet untold.
Both well designed,
Web of life and love intertwined.
The latter, work of meager beast,
The woman just presented well,
The fly becomes an eager feast,
Mans soul to a tormented hell.
Both made for purpose of deceit,
So they may love (or eat ?).
© 1997 Wayne Byrne, all rights reserved
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