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poems i read at Scribble Fest, Rochdale July 2011
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Born out of diverging needs and used in battle, American airframe and English Merlin engine creating a machine quite unlike any other. At home six miles above the earth protecting silver lumbering B-17s from murderous Nazi fighters, down on the deck filling the krauts full of lead, don’t tell me that never felt good!
Flying and rolling up into the blue, six fifty cals gunning Ge...
Friday 15th July 2011 1:52 pm
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