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Spider number one
in the twig clan
with three brothers
understand
He casts love in
all spells
in the grottoes
he does dwell
Web footed spider
and insects there
being so handsome
none can compare
Wears a tunic
made of lace
cob webs all over
his face
His wings are bright
as a butterfly
see him as he soars
he is only seen by
the light of the moon
with his honey, he
loves to spoon.
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