Subject: This Time, It's Done!
From: Christopher W. Thomas (creatician@poetic.com)
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Date: Fri May 21, 1999 at 12:37PM

This Time, It's Done!


On this day in nineteen hundred and twenty-seven
Charles Lindbergh descended out of the heavens
At approximately twenty past ten in the eve Paris time
Having come non-stop from New York ... solo flying

Using only a compass to lead in the right direction
Without means to keep him from losing his attention
Deprived of sleep throughout the thirty-three hours
Toughening it thru snow/sleet with just prop power

Then carried out of his plane and off the landing field
By throngs of cheering French, who would not yield
Tearing apart the plane 4 souvenirs of the long ordeal
Before mechanics hangared it, under soldiers' shield

Some estimates were given as a hundred thousand
So many folks'd arrived to join in the cheers, rousing
That a representative from the local telegraph office
Couldn't get thru with over seven hundred proffered

- Tristram

Christopher W. Thomas
11:11am Friday, May 21st, 1999