The Kid with the Butterfly Net by G.L. Pettigrew

You just remember: Wings are not omnipotent Nor flight infinite What goes up can just as easily be brought to earth By the most insignificant, naïve The highest soaring hopes snared by the smallest Stilled as if placed in a jar of ether or cyanide

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