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In all the world, none can compare, to this tiny weaver, his deadly cloth so silky and fair.

I am wingless but airborne, and when I meet your gaze tears will fall from your eyes. What am I?

A prickly house a little host contains; The pointed weapons keep back from pains, So he, unarmed, safe in his fort remains.

Creeping on its belly, curled into a ring. Eyes forever open, beware its lethal sting

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