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Concorde

CONCORDE Across the Atlantic, the Concorde did streak, for thirty years, she was the pride of the fleet. A luxurious, fast flight, that only the rich could enjoy, for the ordinary traveler, a very expensive toy. Alas now the Concorde is no more, as fuel costs, and excessive noise, finally slammed shut the door. Tango.

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