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DOOMED ATLANTIC FLIGHT March 1928
Mary McKay, O Mary McKay
with your fighter ace who lost an eye
and a fist of metal in Atlantic sky
flying low and flying high
you made the devil seethe and sigh.
The ocean a cauldron
a ne'er do well
with its sweating mountains
and foaming swell,
Mary McKay, O Mary McKay
why did you have to go and die?
You turned your sights from east to west,
a flight ...
Saturday 26th March 2016 4:40 pm
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