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A man who thought he needed wings
to fly above the lands of kings
woke up one morning with a pair
that been stitched from angel hair.

He moved them gently fro and to
and like a feathered bird he flew!
He should have been content with flight
but, boyed by arrogance and height,

he climbed and climbed until he came
close to the sun's eternal flame.
And if he knew about the sky
that only birds, not humans fly,

he did ignore the laws of science
and operated in defiance.
The sun did not take kindly to
the human who was bold and flew

but did not worry over things
because, right then the fellow's wings
had started to disintegrate
which sealed the fliers sorry fate.

The wings had been prepared with wax
and bound with angel hair and flax
both melted in the sun's warm rays
which tells you that it never pays
to challenge God, as you may die,
since only birds and pilots fly.

Patricia Gale 22 June 2006

I agree with Gina, and also a splendid read!

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Gina Onyemaechi 22 June 2006

Well told, Aesop the second.

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Melissa Broomhead 22 June 2006

great poem keep up the great work

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Allan James Saywell 22 June 2006

Thank God i worship God and not the church good write Herbert i'm sure you will go to heaven, dont know wether i'll see you there I'm having a lot of problems with my knees at the moment Warm regards AJS

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You Daedalus, he Icarus? Fabulous funny read.

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