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Much like Icarus, off they go;  until condensation metes them  reality's condescension: Whose goals and objectives are minute in life's greater scheme; wings fashioned from floss harps- Yet they soar each firmament; nary a doubt would sway resolve; no tempest or tumult could dissuade. If you chance upon a cloudless day catch their echo of jubilant cries and contemplate your turn to fly.
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Mar 21, 2015
Mar 21, 2015 at 7:56 AM UTC
if we had wings to fly
Much like Icarus, off they go;  until condensation metes them  reality's condescension: Whose goals and objectives are minute in life's greater scheme; wings fashioned from floss harps- Yet they soar each firmament; nary a doubt would sway resolve; no tempest or tumult could dissuade. If you chance upon a cloudless day catch their echo of jubilant cries and contemplate your turn to fly.
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Mar 21, 2015
Mar 21, 2015 at 7:56 AM UTC
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