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I Witnessed Icarus

"That's not what really happened.
Everyone says it was going well
until he went too high.
But I was there,
ploughing by the wet pebbles. 

"I'd looked up from my work
tempting the wrath
of the boss,
and I saw someone on the pier
being forced into shoddy wings.

"They never got above the water.
Their feet skimmed it briefly,
but there was never time to soar
and the weight of those wings
in the water, dragged them down.

"The spin machine started quickly
and the story couldn't be
Icarus had no choice and no chance.
That doesn't work like
Don't be as greedy as Icarus."
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