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You have the best photographs! My new friend builds wild webs, overcomes any amount of knock downs, and bad weather, and catches lots of food. Last night, like your poem he was hanging on a tattered bottom of the web in a storm in the wind. This one's webs are improvised and nothing orderly like the picture.
posted by
mariss9
on July 6, 2013 at 8:55 AM
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Intriguing. A lovely picture too.
posted by
adnohr
on July 5, 2013 at 10:17 PM
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Utah
An interesting poem, even if I don't think of science as spiteful and knowledge as malevolent...
posted by
Nautikos
on July 5, 2013 at 8:21 PM
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An amazing poem :-) Loved it xoxoxo
posted by
Sinome
on July 5, 2013 at 7:51 PM
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UtahJay
You weaved a clever poem here my friend.
posted by
WileyJohn
on July 5, 2013 at 7:18 PM
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sometimes we get so tangled in our own webs, there is no way out but to patiently wait for the help that will be offered if we look in the right places. Put our faith in God.
posted by
Kabu
on July 5, 2013 at 7:06 PM
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Those flies will be comin out in spades.
posted by
FormerStudentIntern
on July 5, 2013 at 11:17 AM
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Lot more than meets the eye Jay. A tangled web we weave.
posted by
C_C_T
on July 5, 2013 at 11:17 AM
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This poem seems to reinforce what you said about the mother who lost a son in war! sam 
posted by
sam444
on July 5, 2013 at 10:37 AM
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