My wing like shoulders were devoted to a knowledge of collection,
Tender and holy, the flight made contact with proper manufacture;
Ladies denied the tactics of the sisters, pounds of money offered
The men with wings but nobody felt satisfied with dollars.
The current prize shouted for horror assessing the honour,
This honourable person of religion flew higher than a bird of prey;
The people swayed in flight as the shoulders of a wing like nature
Welcomed courage to the air, bravery was full to the brim.
They are not books or religion entirely,
But they fly and levitate like no other person flies
Or rises into the collapsed sky of heaven.
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