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She took the thread and wrapped it round But it just fell right to the ground. She tried and tried in every way. Poor Eency's thread just wouldn't stay. Pressure built with her frantic tries, As spider sweat dripped in her eyes. But when the grades came out, alas, This little girl failed weaving class. Her teacher said, "You are the worst. A non-weaving spider, that's a first." Eency crawled home, shaking with fear, She cried when her home web was near. Her mom and dad were horrified As they each blamed the other's side. Their web became a battleground And Eency wished she weren't around. |
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