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I knew a man who could fly.

He was born that way.

Kept his wings hidden

Beneath his shirt.


He showed them to me.

Long silken feathers,

Gleaming silver flecked with blue.

Believe me, it’s true.


He raised his head to the wind,

Extended his wings and soared,

Under the sun’s Sparkling eye.

I do not lie.






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Ursula O'Reilly

Wed 5th Jan 2022 17:23

No problem, John. 😃

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John Botterill

Wed 5th Jan 2022 12:34

Sorry Ursula. I realise that disturbing was the wrong word!

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Ursula O'Reilly

Wed 5th Jan 2022 00:02

Interesting! Thanks John.😀

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John Botterill

Tue 4th Jan 2022 21:57

Well, the thought that someone I might be speaking to could suddenly flap his (hidden) wings and take off and to quote you, Ursula, "I do not lie." Well, call me over-sensitive, but that disturbed me. Wonderful poetry though, thank you!

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Ursula O'Reilly

Tue 4th Jan 2022 16:46

Thank you for the comment, John. I am surprised you find it disturbing! I don't see it that way. But great to get the feedback.

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John Botterill

Tue 4th Jan 2022 02:49

Beautiful poetry which I found disturbing. Impresses me greatly, Ursula.

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Ursula O'Reilly

Sun 2nd Jan 2022 21:30

Thank you. Glad you enjoyed it.

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John Coopey

Sun 2nd Jan 2022 20:54

Lovely, Ursula. It reminded me of Icarus and Daedalus.

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