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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