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Bellyache (for Weird Harold)
Bellyache (for Weird Harold)
In the American desert were a load of trash airplanes waiting to be scrapped.
On a muggy night under a million stars something strange occurred.
One of the first pre-production F-15 Eagle fighters was at rest, quietly asleep.
Resting on flat tyres, with faded paint and creaking spars, it was a derelict.
No longer high tech, a threat t...
Friday 1st February 2013 11:04 pm
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