by NICOLE BEARD
Staff writer A bird caged Is a flight unflown Icarus doth fly too close But what of those that fly not at all Paralyzed by sharp tongues and iron-bent hands They sit Though unrestricted Nothing stands in their way Yet they remain dormant Dashed of fear and freedom Still they drown in their stagnation
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