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| The sun rose quietly |
| Sparkles of warmth |
| Slowly trickled through |
| The garden softly |
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| Dew sat perched on the web |
| They drew the sunshine in |
| A small delicate lady |
| Woke and scrambled out |
| Causing sunshine filled raindrops |
| To fall to the ground |
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| The web was new |
| No holes did it have |
| No small white pillows |
| Tucked away in it's corners |
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| The delicate lady waited |
| She waited as the buzz |
| Of the garden grew louder |
| Watching the small buzzers |
| Floating around her web |
| Waiting and wanting a few |
| White pillows to decorate |
| And add to her creation |
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