When Wings GoHave you ever had wings to fly
but they froze in mid-flight?
Ever had wings that crumbled
so finely into dirt, that the gloss of a feather was lost in
the ambers of the fall?
Ever had wings whose feathers halted in the sunshine,
and glowed like a guttering candle end?
Ever have the wings to fly
where new feathers blossom, but when your paw flies from the earth
they won't carry you far enough?
When Wings Go
By Horses-Howl </b>
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His eyes never closed, and his feet never stopped moving
All He could do was write poems for robots, and this was all He did,
And this is how He did it:
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But when He awoke He could feel the demons.
So he punctured
and as the scaly beasts slunk away, He composed another poem,
this one for the flowers, and so
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