The white spider spun together highways
and byways to travel in search of an
elusive message meant only for those
who search for it when they could do something else
back when construction was simple and easy.
In her front room she spins with today?s tools
but in her private quarters there?s a door
disguised as pretty decoration.
When she?s weary of disguises she leaves
taking the back roads that are longer
but get her where she wants to go each time.
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