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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
NORWEGIAN BATTLE
NORWEGIAN BATTLE
Dull metallic monster sitting on the bottom, forty fathoms
down, crushing weight of black water. Cold as death
and as frigid as eternity, never ending. An endless circle.
Now the battle is over, good against evil. Silent guns end
their killing, no more bomb bursts, killing shrapnel, sliced corpses.
Time has no hold here in Nature’s unfo...
Saturday 12th November 2011 6:29 pm
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