Fly too high and you may get your wings singed...
"Icarus Grounded!" "What's the problem, now, Ms Icarus?" Some wing-repair guy, down on earth, he spit! He took an old duvet; not decorous... "Spit?" Yes, he's driving me out of my wits! He makes repair to my soiled, sin`ged wings with spit and glue and pretty, shiny bangles. He's furiously working... Sign in to see full entry.