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Dawn Demure
Dawn demurely dooms darkness, dewy December day.
There! The shape of a machine peacefully sleeping.
Slumber banished, RAF pilot strolls to his mount -
Spitfire!
Kept warm by his fleece flying jacket,
fine silk shirt and thermal flying suit.
Mission time, Norway bound.
Land of ice and snow, glaciers and fjords, valleys and mountains.
Open the cockp...
Friday 4th October 2013 9:37 pm
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