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Pie downcast
All pie-eyed, I leapt up in the sky to defy
And to decry my flightless plight, that I deny.
I made my wings of feathers, wax and strings,
All strung together with rings, springs and other things.
But aghast, I flew too high, too close to sun's hot blast,
The wax dripped, alas I slipped and fell, like a pie downcast.
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John Anderson
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