The spider weaves her web
  and waits,
  longing for visitors
  to fill her plates.

When comes the wind
  and the rain,
  her wondrous work
  succumbs to the strain.

So she weaves again,
  her dreams to renew;
  that of old friends
  come calling anew.

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