She was that goddess
Who turned the blaspheming poet
Into a spider undress
Didn't she let them know it?
She is a god of jealously
And divine creativity
Who would compose carefully
For all to see, open sensitively
That she would have no equals
The spider yelped for pain the created gift
Of this event there were no sequels
Opinions against her markedly shift
She is the God I think Clare be
Incarnate of passionate determination, obviously.
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