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A bird can soar by nature if wings were clipped he would still be a bird or would he. limited to "opposite his instincts" he would become ashamed if he knew what was expected Grounded. When our wings are clipped we are labled and segregated not human by category something else, something pitiful. Looked upon as less of a whole by appearance No empathy, no sympathy, just disgust and the Poster-human of what never to become, a bird that can't fly.

Copyright © | Year Posted 2009




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Date: 6/19/2009 1:25:00 PM
The virtual prison. Frightening thought, and unfortunate reality for some. Relevant write, here, Peter. Donna
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Date: 6/19/2009 12:39:00 PM
Peter, you have been tagged with a "kissing poem." I hope you'll join the fun and pass it along with a poem of your own!
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Date: 6/19/2009 8:57:00 AM
Brilliant observation, Peter. Why is it animals are not frowned upon for their shortcomings while human frailties evoke disgust. We're obviously misguided. Great reference to the "poster-human." Very clever! Love, Carolyn
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