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Jan 2015
I think what Icarus forgot
Was that the sun was never his to touch,
Blinding and beautiful as it was.
Yet he reached anyway--
Doesn’t that remind you of something?
Mel Harcum
Written by
Mel Harcum  Honesdale, PA
(Honesdale, PA)   
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